My cat, Pyrrh Grtgtr tr t Gnosis Hissy, lived up to his name today when he had a hissy fit over the White House drama preempting his stories. He liked the one where the bad guy was

Sue suspected Steve Buscemi would look suave in a skimpy swimsuit. But suspecting and knowing were not the same thing and her pillows where proof that they weren't. She needed new

Like they were prepared for the contingency of they themselves having to blow up the White House Bunker. Maybe not now but maybe. Some defense contractor now held the keys to the

In his absence the White House has been fortified and upgraded to the highest standards possible on only a siphoned off PPP loan of $3 billion can buy. Strangely, detonators were

In order to keep the feels away the author had to adopt the third person as he wrote about herself. She knew in her heart's mind that there was no such thing. But the heart's mind

After the end, in this world that has been abandoned, I peer through the haze and brush aside the tattered pages that litter this land to read these fell words: "first post"

We might end up with two War Presidents next year. One with the right, the other with the might. At least the might that money, blackmail, greed, pardons & immunity might. Plunder

He was the kind of person that made every story about myself. I didn't ask to be this way. I'm just going with the flow baby. I lucked out and you didn't. It isn't my fault. You

Don Scotus was constantly being trapped into searching diligently for a long time before realizing what it was he was looking for & if & where he had already seen it in his search.

In order, he claimed, to honor her with his seed. He wanted to honor her with his seed. Honor with his seed. Honor. Seed. H … , S … ad infinitum.

Everybody has their own stink. We're animals. We stink. Each stink is unique. Some stinks are more unique than others. "So, this old stank raised a stink over some skank's skunk."

Robin Cruces found himself alone on a blank page. His being found filled the page. It all started when Mr. Twaddle of 34 Hobbs Lane, in the Terran Enclave, attempted to subscribe

Grady tripped up the bus steps, knocking the snow from his shoes onto the now wet floor; grasping the rail, he pulled a dollar from his pants pocket and shoved it into the farebox.

That also implies that the world as we experience it is teleological. For what end? Far be it for me to the be that guy, but what if there is no end. What if existence is a glitch?

"I'll raise her to hyphenate if it is needed." I'm surprised it was still needing to be said. Catching up for the sins of the past was no party. The system was invisible in how in

The argument went like this. Being omnipresent creeps people out. I'm omnipresent. Therefore, I creep people out. I'm a creep. That was a sucker punch God didn't see coming.

zquffE kept telling me the sounds the Earthling was making was some attempt at communication. I thought as well, at first. Looking closer, we discovered it made sounds from various

He was a Murder Hornet, she was an Africanized honeybee. Science, the queen, biology - all said their love would not last, that it was just a buzz in the night, but they proved

When I misplaced my face at the wall, I had to get a surrogate personality for the day. I'm on my third regen and this was the first time I've ever had to use one of those. Icky.

The pub was small and dimly lit, but its toilet was spacious, well-lit, with bidets. It was the kind of place where history oozed from the walls - fights, mates, fights with mates,