It was followed by another fancier ketchup bottle. That one in turn, was followed by a very slow moving catsup bottle called Anticipation. Tomatoed by Tommy Tomato and a Roma crew.

Before he could finish the trap door beneath collapsed and he fell through the stage. Through his bellow he could hear the audience realize it had been duped. The snakepit below

It was Spring. I dressed for Spring. So did she. We went to the mountain. She dance around and sang about the hills being alive with music. Winter came. She had Winter clothing. I

Trash would get out. Just the simple fact of our Being caused detritus in our local ontic field. Throw in utterance and the issues only cascaded and reverberated in a Null field.

As he didn't seem all that concern about it, I shucked it off and got back to finishing my business with this fount of wisdom that he wasn't. "Where is the dropped shoe now?" A pin

Who even buys those? Not metal manufacturers, surely those are automated in some way. And there's surely no restaurants that use industrial sponges. Still, I was selling a meager

the appeal. I have to admit I didn't. For the longest time I refused to eat fresh baked bread. People, and me, would say, "The heads at your feet are dead, might as well eat with

, recalling nights spend on the street with only cement as a pillow. The rats would skitter over all of the ones rejected by society, all the ones with no place to belong to. Jim

to end all folds. "But nay," she told herself, "one must allow for alien divagations and downstream meanderings." She retorted to herself, "Hell, no. This fold ends now. The end."

They fall into a wormhole; their tailing Thugs in tow. We witness each other's journey through a glass blown tunnel of smallish options. Careening cloud of kumquat custard, hex me!

The mini eldritch things bobbed up and down in the air, almost looking serene as they somehow gained on her car. Even when she floored it, they managed to match her speed.

promoted to indentured sex worker takes a toll on a man. On the other hand, there was now a glimmer of hope that I could be free of this life in 7 years. My FARC membership card

that Dimitri had shaved off his handlebar mustache. He was nothing without that mustache. I trudged on towards my usual spot. I really needed a drink, that was the only way I would

ogled by the chivalrous midget. How disappointing! She was about to utter a dejected "thank you", when, to her shock, she realized he was Peter Dinklage! OMG! "May I snap a selfie

before he'd relived his punk period 13 years after punk was no more? I quizzed Nigel about it with a questioning chin up. His shoulders said he didn't know but his slight eye roll

playing off both ends, "bookending" it was called in corporatese, especially, in regards to luxury faux-branding, was impossible to sustain. Eventually, the flaming albinos would

were you going to pay me?" "We are prepared to pay you $172." said Gungho as he reached into his purse. "Amends made! Here come the bribes!" I chortled with cheaply bought joy.

statistically inaccurate at finding dates for those obsessed with numbers. I am not a number. I am a free man. But I want to be a married man. And not just married to statistics.

From the consequences. He was just following orders. Blame belongs higher up. But where did the humanity leave the situation? When the computers made their changes. In themselves &

d. They sailed around the world looking but not until he looked in the mirror did he find the parrot's would be assailant. No! not himself but the boogieman.