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."

chose my gin joint to walk in on. This is my court room woman get thee behind me." He said as he did the ritual movements with his hands and feet. Finish it off with a little arch

- 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.

It was weird enough that my parents were shapeshifters. Sure I could shift. John wouldn't think twice to bully me in that form. I found another way. Guys like John have no future.

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.

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.

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.

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.

semblances to the king. How odd that people and Pokémon had converged, in both likeness and personalities. Why had Pokémon evolved into people, or was it the people who devolved?

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.

I googled holler on my phone - "A rural road in the Appalachians in the U.S.A". Huh. Never knew that. Guess I learned something today. Time to go holler in a holler on the holler.

Yet the witness clammed up. Their voice caught in their throat. Should they speak? Would their own words go unpunished? Witness protection? Hah. Unlikely. Words have consequences.

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.

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...

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.

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?

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.

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.

the zombie closest to her, her breath running ragged. It was the opening she needed. She fled from the pack of undead, axe in hand, eyes steady. Was she the last girl in the world?

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