-down two-timimng monster that she was. But Megumi's lust for Godzilla went unrequited, for Godzilla had been rendered sterile by the same radiation that had made him gigantic.

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.

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!

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."

, 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

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

or didn't. But instead of making me feel small it made me angry. So the Cosmos wants to see me as a nobody? A speck in the space-time continuum. Well we'll see about that. I expect

ing that can see through people's bullshit! I do know how to work Photoshop and alter the truth. Sara never saw it coming when I posted those fake photos of her with Jerome. That i

to do as they were told, even if it meant cardiac arrest for the entire class. Well, we all laughed about it later in the teacher's lounge before we were sent to jail for

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

straight into the sun. He then became the sun and illuminated parts of the galaxy, while

I took a hessian sack from the boot of my car and loaded the pieces evidence in. However, where there's cutlery, there's crockery. I set about searching for a giveaway plate.

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

puffing because of my cadaverous coffee breath. It's cool Hammy stays on one side of my mouth 'cause it makes me look like a hamster. Mom also doesn't know I eat the hamster wafers

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

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.

The gentle, yet pungent aroma of the rosemary overcame them, the lovers of white sheets, almost as if by magic. They doffed their sheets, unfettered now, into the dark clouds.

But they are not places where cats should be roaming. No, the cat's biome is not the beach. Rather, it is the jungle, where they can roam free and rub their scruffy fur against

The thing is, if one looks hard enough for a message or pattern, it's always there to find. The monitoring scans mistook my fantasy football statistics spreadsheet for IFF data and

Netflix and chill, especially with her autistic sensitivity to the discomfort it caused. That's when she decided the hair has to go. She gave her boyfriend a razor and he shaved it