I claim portmanteau because her smile is plastic. because her smile is plastic i broke my elastic carapace. I shouldn't get tumescence over polyester but she beats her sister ethyl

That poisoned story came up again. Still twice.

my mooing waters washed me shilly shally o'malley stuck hir imbroglio, "Not Hoover damn!" Electrolux capacity cessation sleep now honey, your daddy will be in to tuck you in right.

I tripped over Finegan's rakish progress. First Milton and then Wren were overwhelmed by a miasma of uncomplicated wah guitar riffs. I shook myself straight and sent me on my way.

I was remembering the Laverne & Shirley episode when Squiggy & Lenny smoke pot. When they came out of the pot room, Squiggy says, "I can feel my spleen". I've never felt my spleen.

When I looked again the sun had fallen into a crater on the flat earth but the orange and violet cone of silence on the sunside was really just the back of the space dragon fly. We

I met Sir Reginald in Gilbralter where we had a quick lunch at his club on Government Street. He told me a little about the case, enough to get me interested. I admitted that I had

I see where you are going with that. The trick is, not to go there. Do that while still keeping me interested and I will say that you did your job. As for the mop bucket, where did

I imbricated the bodies around me until it looked like a dark gory igloo. I hoped to wait the machines out. Then the bodies reminded me what they were made of & I fought my way out

The eyes of the Hypotenuse were on Snuffy Pantos as he revealed the crystal he had retrieved from the Green Forest. "Jack Jovian can have the damn asteroids, for I shall touch this

The good news about the Asteroid Belt is that it traces too big a circle for one Family or Corp to control. The bad news is that quadrillions of peeps are still wage-slaves under

I caught something in the dark. I ran with it towards the light to see what it might be. But the light kept running away as if it already knew what I’d found. I grew weary & it was

The Mad King commanded and the mad people complied. It didn’t matter that they were destroying themselves as long as the fear was briefly kept at bay. The Mad King got the blame.

Here in the dark with the hum of the fridge and the almost imperceptible buzz of electricity, I can almost forget what waits lurking in the next room. Then a chain link shifts and

I don’t have a musical bone in my body and yet sometimes I can hear a piece of music and know where the composer went wrong. Where she played it safe at the cost of losing her way.

Like a real big noob, I went and accidentally killed my grandfather before he could father my father. Ooops. My time machine fell through him. I didn't know who he was so I offered

I fired my gun into the rafters. I stood there and watched myself doing it. I remember the conversation I was having with myself while it was going on. “Oh shit!” “You better belie

I jumped through the portals the elf was leaving open far too long. After the 3rd time , it did start feeling like I had stepped into a trap. When I lost my connection to the Vibe,

Sometimes the sense of community dies and we’re not prepared for it. We get fearful. We get defensive. We start questioning ourselves. We question strangers and their strangeness.

I know this one is very dangerous but I don’t know about whatever that thing is. For now, I will consider it an enemy extraterrestrial until I know different. ROE said dirtside we