Assuming the position also freed me from having to establish it. Wherein lies its weakness. We're leaving it to some numinous Other to set our foundations. We're cutting corners al

A whole cohort of ahorsed knights were hardly ever quiet. A small spell of concealment helped even more. But the sound of a sneeze is universal. Sir Robin & his damned snuffbox!

They wouldn't call it addiction back then. A fetish maybe. A glamouring a gloom gloomy solemn golem going to the land of Goshen upon the occasion of his female genital mutation.

I was saved from the mutilations by virtue of having been born with them already. I was the last of my father's experiments. The last living one at any rate. My undead brothers & s

They envied me that, I suppose. It had its pleasures but the pains outweighed them by far. I was hardly in a better position than them. Yet, I wouldn't want to go back among them.

"Your tort Sir." He slammed it down on the next table. The empty one. "I ordered a tart and before you ask, not a sweetbread of any type. Have her bathed and bring her to me here."

with a walter mitty like ratata tat tat like a sluice with a sticky spigot/ I"ve come lay it flayed where you can see I'm not some mater hater, just a master baiter. Caught you in

Finding the elation and holding it are both struggles in themselves. The closer you get to it the more strident the body gets to remind you it is there. "Try shortness of breath."

Except now she says the house that I built for her was never a refuge but it hadn't been a prison until this. "If that is the way you feel about it, then go. You're pardoned." She

Response is what was missing. It is the friggen second law. The second. After that we ate breakfast and she washed the dishes while I washed the satellite dishes. We don't speak.

I used to have a laissez-faire attitude when it came to my refrigerator until my milk went bad. First it cut the cheese and then the mustard. It had made a shiv from Yoplait lids.

The box of Leg & Pedal baking soda had zero presence in my fridge. He might as well not be there. The persimmons in the crisper turned their leaves away from it. The leeks looked

"You can't compare this Benz to your Pinto." "Of course I can. I can compare anything to anything. I'm fly like that. I can compare your smile to a sunny day in Topeka. Just did."

It has been a while since we've seen each other. Lots of things are different. Lots of things are the same. Somethings never change. Until they do. I guess it is a matter of time.

I couldn't find what I was looking for on my desks. I looked and looked and looked again. Nothing. Then I looked in the other hand and it reminded me what I was looking for. Torch.

My pitchfork and I were having a quiet moment beside the river. Or, at least as quiet as it can get when you're with a pitchfork. If I caressed her just here "mmmmmmmmMMmmMmmm nnMn

"What is that smell?" "Tarantula." "Huh, I was going to say horseradish but now that you mention it. I do smell some wet tarantula. Oh, making a sandwich? I can come back later …

He had been rooting around in his grandparent's attic, first, and then the basement. It was while in the basement that he found a room he had never seen before. The door was open.

From the day room you can see the sea. Everybody else says it is a river but I see the sea. I think they see a river of forgetfullness & forgotten to see the sea as I see the sea.

Sorry about that one. I had sold myself the premise without seeing it was going to leave at a precipice. I jumped blindly and grasped at every branch until I caught one & held on.