and she bowed and flaunted her prowess. The crowd went silent. AGT - we knew it was an alien genetic group. If the contests could be won, then there was hope. A hope for humanity.

The beast growled. It stomped and it prowled. It raised it's head, and then it howled. "Who are you to challenge me? Why do you not flee? Stubborn ilk, face me now, take my milk."

thought through these questions and more. My stomach grumbled. Food. How enigmatic. I needed to avoid being food, and yet I too needed food. Is there any left in this city? For Me?

It was all nonsensical, that much was certain. An imagining that would never happen. Someone's dream perhaps, but whose? Was it worth pursuing? Time to move on. There's work to do.

Now this was the life. One story ended, a new one began. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Free to explore the universe. To boldly go where no man has gone before.

It was a cheat. Turning a creature against its own kind. A cheat as old as civilization. An effective strategy for victory. What is the Prime Directive, truly? A means for victory.

shook his head. "Was I dreaming? No, this really happened..." The CiC stood dazed and confused, realizing all the wrongs that needed to be righted. Sometimes a good knocking works.

Should I decline? Who am I to judge the value of tentacles. Tentacles had their place. Primarily in the sea, or on my plate. Was this tentacle edible? Or an edifice or elucidation.

cism wasn't something to be taken lightly. The dog survived last time, had a demon taken hold of it again? Thank goodness for mothers. When you need a good exorcism, call your mom.

was a unique name. It became especially popular as the ozone layer depleted. That was all it took to get people to wake up and reverse the trend. A name. Ozona - beautiful, simple.

- oh- and some cheesy garlic breadsticks. Can't forget the breadsticks. Some people think they are a scam - like paying for pizza without the pizza. Not me. The party was complete.

the voluminous silouette. So I followed the Puffy Pantalooneers around with my head hung in slight shame. I hoped no one would notice how I didn't fit in. My jeggings were embarras

And who could stop the Craving? No one, for who could stop your craving? It was as certain as death and taxes. Like the fundamental problem of economics, there it was - cravings...

would they be fine knowing the truth? Western cuisine for so long had denied and shunned the openness of Eastern cuisine. Maybe it was time to tell them the truth. Grubs are tasty.