I'm taking great care of what you entrusted into my fold. I refuse to speak its name lest I come to its attention but you know the fellow I'm pointing too. I smell a brimstone on a

Haystack Calhoun was a name I just remembered because I remembered it just now. It wasn't necessarily that way, but it was typical for that time and that place. Or so it seemed at

The Crossing of the Veil wasn't to be attempted when one was pregnant. Moreso, if both parents were from strong magical families, as hers were. In fact, both the pinnacles of their

Clans mustered wherever somebody planted their banner. It was usually the Bruce of their clan, whatever that was. The Bruce for the Bruces, of course. The Wolf for the Wolves.

The Juan Valdez Connection were already going to be late to another gig when their tour bus decided to give up the ghost on the Old Coast Road just after midnight under a New Moon.

I know that I am heading for a crash sometime today. I'm not a spring chicken to take this mania anymore. With all my synapses snapping wildly, like this, has a price, I know it.

Adding the ball park coffee and its heavy dose of caffeine to the mixture is flirting with disaster and we all know that disaster is not my type. Frankly, I don't know what my type

The need to deficate having been bred or engineered out of the Optimus generation of clones, K5$5 was not familiar with a booty hole towel. So S/He didn’t realize S/He’d been using

Morning ablutions on the Fritz, I cautiously approached my electric tub. My mother's death, although large, still felt like a small thing compared to my lifelong cloud of dread.

It finished breaking what had never been whole. My coping mechanisms turned against me and my failing memories added their two francs to the nail soup we were concocting. No stoner

"If you're not on the manifest I can't take you across," Charon explained for the 2 thousandth time at this dock alone. "But I don't want to kill myself but I do want to be dead,"

Understand that I always meant to do everyone better. I was just exhausted from putting down my own demons that I had no energy left for my connections to ever make deep roots over

i never signed up to be your choir boy although I could sing if you wanted me to. But not that song you want me to. I'm like Pandora, like that. Let me know if you get the picture.

I know monad was not an individual in the sense that monad contained all of the Urgrund in which Being & Non-Being played themselves out outside of a Time wherewhen they couldn't.

Who will sit on the Iron Bone on Guild of Tarts when all is said and done? I'm thinking it will be Sammy Larty the cute and plucky notary public in the slave markets of Tureen.

Since the Breaker of Water Mains came through a few years ago and left, things had been getting fetid down in Scalper's Alley Bowling Emporium de Excellence. The de confused locals

Who had tried to force the moment if now Prufrock? What if we take him oft of the table and let him scuffle ocean floors before Yellow Matters envelope us all. AND ON A SUNDAY! A G

i sort of maybe didn't I'm not so sure, Sure, if you say so. I really didn't pay it much mind until you forced the moment like some Chinaman Prufock wannabee. This is my side of th

This story is the story of this very story itself. You've just seen how I created it just for your viewing pleasure. Anything other than that, pleasurewise or not, is on the indivi

"What?!, "says the predecessor to this story that has changed 12 times since I began it all the way back there with "What?!"" "I'm just saying What for the what what. So what if I