intersected mathematically connected far above binary-a relationship refinery! Our differences smelted & our best selves unbelted, we took to the streets with no shoes on our feets

She didn't even feel the need to stumble into this new world. She knew she was the queen of her imagination. Her dead body back in reality was no longer of importance as she would

realized that maybe I was in a little bit of trouble. The alcohol, swirling in my liver, had managed to make it to my stomach where it poisoned the lining and sizzled with the HCl.

So naturally, he pulled his first born child out of his backpack and was about to take a bite until an arrow pierced his calf. He yowled in pain and dropped the infant.

We rolled our eyes as she began to make out with her. Her lover's skin flaked off onto her shoulders and it looked disgusting.

It was definitely a sign. I knew that their neighbours were the sweetest folks yet this shouting was a sure sign that something fishy was going on.

stogie on the floor and kicked it under the bed. When she cracked open the door, her Prince Charming was alone, but she saw the monkey on his back. "Harry -- ooooh that smell!"

I slid the hand not holding the cigarette behind me, the soound of skin slapping brick fills the alleyway I'm in. I should get back to work but I can't bring myself to walk in.

be done. "Fill in the Fyords" was her first command. Having no means nor way to refuse their HOGy Queen, they made Norway's geography as flat & featureless as

rolled over & over.She struddled through a churning maelstrom but Summer's abdomized abs & flotation devices kept her head above water & by a freak current she passed Jordy & Jerry

I thought the egg sandwich was attacking. I panicked and gave up the Nuclear Codes and their handshake. I revealed the names of the lares, penates and the 2 teraphim. I didn't, ho

I had eggs. I had Canadian Bacon. I had English muffins. I had a hunger. That was a lot to consider. If I had pickles I would say that "now we are really talking". Do have pickles!

I did not mean that they were silent because they were silent. I meant that they intended silence. It was a wanted conscious state. It was a willful effort. So, you go be "silent".

He had only wanted to kiss her Dewey Decimal lips and run his fingers through her card files, but Susan had dumped his heart into the overnight drop and spindled his thigh.

Sulfur poured into her cave with a sense of schadenfreude in it's stride. It flowed widdershins around her hearthstone and fell down the shadow in the corner. She didn't harbor a

The hallway loomed in front of her. Dark and lit only by the cracks under the doorways, it was a foreboding entrance indeed, especially for what she had to do.

Do not go gentle on the shampoo or tomato juice when you've been sprayed by a skunk. Look, I enjoy the smell of a skunk at a distance but honey, you ain't getting none tonight.

One of these days, I swear, I am going to start a villanelle on FoldingStory. Not this time, clearly, but one of these days don't be surprised to find yourself folding one.

The grey spread to her heart. It settled in just as she was taking her seat in the back of the bus. There was very young couple camped out on the very last row. The girl had her ha

to the store when all of a sudden she accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension where she was surrounded by some aliens whose faces looked kinda like Jamie Farr. They