I was not the only one to notice the unaddressed deadly flaw in their tactical plan. Smithers noticed it as well. I could tell by his smug smile & from his steepled fingers. He had

-ing to one side (an effect of the Infinity Patch), Alex Trebek glided unsteadily up to the podium and explained the rules to the contestants, who leaned forward under the pull of

would rule all the kids at the party, and the Ring-Pop of Power would bind them. They watched in amazement as little Marci's lips turned purple. What was this sorcery?

A pinprick of light, slowly broadening to reveal... me. I basked in the luminous glow, blanketed by the omnipresent darkness of my conscious. Oh thats right. I lost the talent show

when I had to perform surgery. "Ugh, Martin, who cares if I messed up?" I asked. Martin looked incredulous. "Christs sake Bill! You just performed c-section surgery while drunk!"

By the end of the weak I looked like a skinny mole deprived of sunlight. How ironic. The only thing to comfort me was the fact that my pride looked comparably bigger than last time

Usually, people are happy on birthdays. Not me. I lie awake at night thinking... I've just stepped a year closer to my death. I'm scared of dying. Terrified. How will I finish my

King Barfur, a known barfer, barfed in consternation. "Manchester?" he said. "United?! Outrageous!" Barfur knew his livelihood depended on the separation of Manchester City from

I knocked the cardboard box over and there was the rat looking at me with his beady eyes. Sizing me up even through the pain where the trap stick had broken his spine. Maybe it did

"Do I need to know how to play Whist? Because I don't." Suddenly a shadow turned out to be the Govfather. "You go with him Donny. You go have Vladamir's back." Donny wiped a tear

I'm all the lies they could ever want for somebody out there. I think it is you.

I've managed to perfect the timing such that I can read write a fold in only two nods. My dead sister says that FoldingStory is what gave me Bobble-Headington's Disease in the 1st

I got in my car and pulled away from the dilapidated house built on top of the old Indian burial ground. But it kept nagging at me- what was I supposed to warn them about. Criminy!

So, from above, he watched them through his telescope. The people in the valley thought that they were hiding but they weren’t hiding from him. He saw everything. Those weren’t rea

do but stroll about with that bright blob of red for the rest of the week. Lettie Lizzard once asked if she could hold or at least touch it. The balloon bounced at her touch. It

a hill and down the other side. Take the third left. Follow the signs until you are all the way there. Dismount and leave behind your lie-cycle. No one will break the lock

Absence is a shadow. The look is the cause. The fight back. The shared pain pleasure. The breaking inside: the slow healing. This pickle jar and me.

The anchoring blades work by shooting out in 3s from predetermined anchoring points to impale themselves into the ground and creating the structural adhesive of an Infinity Patch.

ly write semi-erotic fanfiction about sand snakes. Here is an excerpt: "Oh Martha, I jussst love how you ssslide and writhe over my body... even if it isss a feeding frenzy"

Being trapped in a room with your flatulent Uncle is a hellish experience, especially after eating hearty beans. My nose is bleeding, and I think my throat is constricting itself