then he would've had to have had a head start. Hm, is that a stray strand of beard hair I see?" She picked it up with sterile tweezers and slid it into a bag marked "evidence."

Ask anybody with a smidge of gumption and they'll tell you half baked meatloaf is dangerous. So when Paula Deen finished lecturing Meatloaf about his form,

, of course, inherit none of Mr. Hiss's fortune. Entailment rules in cat culture were complex, and depended a good deal on prestige over exact bloodlines, even now days, when it

burning is a long story. It would behoove you hear it in its entirety. The musk deer and its serpent listened intently as Belomorkanal the wise sorcerer continued. The Inferno

The killer hated sunbathers. "Fake suntan or bust!" As in, he'd bust someone up with those glowing vermilion fists of his. He was easy to spot though. "Gotcha!" We nabbed him.

turned blue in the face & tried desperately to breathe. "Bein' yer mum & all aint easy, y'know," she babbled on, oblivious to Mumford's asphyxiation. "The saran wrap'll protect you

raise the internet. The crane operator bore down on the lever with all his might, but the internet stayed down. Crestfallen, we wondered- who'd clear the superhighway for traffic?

and indeed we had first met in our mother's womb. Marta and I knew we could never return to it's warm confines, but we attempted to replicate it with handcrafted items, all in pink

The puffins refused to sit still long enough to root and kept wandering away. The skimmers stood, stunned, for a while longer before taking off to find food. The bird garden was a

ng to finish. I listened to the film crew talk among themselves about the project that otherwise was kept very hush-hush. When I heard what it was about I couldn't believe it.

I looked around and it dawned on me that I was supposed to be the voice from the street. My eyes would show the story. But first, I had to catch this bus.

Her Majesty had miniscule leaves with veins and they refused to fall to the ground like all the others. This was September and October beckoned at the door. The King drank sap.

claimed as her own. I let her keep it for now. I must have told that story a thousand times. It has been so long since anyone's seen a butterfly or any other flying thing.

do 'cause I just can't get enough. Then I ran so far away to the land of 1000 dances where I met Rio who came from a land down under. It made me nervous when I woke

Sometimes my fold peters out before it went anywhere and I have to back up a bit to get a running start to try the fold again but with the bit I’ve already put down as my dive off.

Just look at the ratios. Pacaderm mass compared to ear wing span. I've seen bricks more aerodynamic. And a lucky feather talisman? Go back to the circus.

and the nobility could not afford multiple dungeons anymore. The wizard clicked a button for the next Powerpoint slide. "This graph shows the decline of our nation's dungeons."

pigeon holed, towed skeet pigeons. They were a dying breed which meant the online store that catered to them was dying also. I begged them not to sell me flip-flops but that I need

his unwritten folding stories spilled out intent on finding a new writer so that they'd see the dark of night. Which is how we ended up in these dungeons under the profaned church.

I went to bed hoping for internet on the morrow, yet still amused and appreciative of kindred spirits and fellow players via bootleg wifi and a spirit of the transmat pads who held