Vivica Vlasic sat in the darkbright sipping some haphazardly found concoction the shamans say nothing about. They charged through the nose. Sometimes the tickle almost wasn't worth

Vivica Vlasic was looking out far horizons. She remembered at 13 when she started noticing the looks. How long they had been going on before she noticed was besides the point. Then

He sat in the dark corner of the room, brooding, broad-shouldered beastly man with the task of waiting for her to return home from work so that he could threaten to kill her if she

I felt rather humiliated by the fact that Jack Shark waltzed into the locker room at the exact moment I had dropped my pants to get anabolic steroids injected into each ass cheek

Taking a long walk on a short leash was refreshing after being cooped up with the in-laws for two weeks. When I say short leash I mean short. Ten inches to match my carpet burns. A

One finds that their kink is not appropriate in the workplace. At least, it was if your workplace was a leading Catholic university. Milner's wasn't. But it appeared the same rules

He'd had to heave a haunch at lunch. "He hadn't naught ought to," says Otto using Autovox extensions with Abbraxxos Osmostesttest of da Bestestes. "What beast did you feast on?"

"Late late one night upon the feasting grounds of the Great White Zeit, I came upon an unsightly site--" "What are you doing?" "I was reading one of the stories on foldingstory.com

Looking out from the Lincoln Memorial, Angus Peacock could see the mobs forming down the street. Was this a Trumpian Spring or an insurrection or both. Either way, his patent would

The morning's orange juice was still with me. Inside, where the citric acid was doing a number on my esophagus. Outside, as on the hood of my car attracting lots of bees. Spacing

Dimble the Dwarf sat in his shame closet, secretly eating a rock. Eating rocks was shameful behavior for Dwarves, but most of them do it. It's taboo.

Claude the gay dragon was proud of who he was, which was a problem for King Tarbot who found adventurers didn't take the matter of a kidnapped prince seriously. Luckily, the prince

Most of you only ever hold one word in your hands at a time. My central computer is on the fritz so I get a lot of words in my hands. My mind doesn't have the Dewey decimal system.

After the end, in this world that has been abandoned, I peer through the haze and brush aside the tattered pages that litter this land to read these fell words: "first post"

Grady tripped up the bus steps, knocking the snow from his shoes onto the now wet floor; grasping the rail, he pulled a dollar from his pants pocket and shoved it into the farebox.

In order to keep the feels away the author had to adopt the third person as he wrote about herself. She knew in her heart's mind that there was no such thing. But the heart's mind

I asked the cat living under my house, "If while making these burgers some meat were to fall off the grill for you, for some reason, would you prefer rare, medium, or well done?"

The cat walked away. "Ok, you can tell me later if it comes up." All the time knowing that his walking away made it a certainty it would not come up. Then I remember where he lives

"I'm ashamed of how I am living. But being the selfish prick that I am, I am ashamed of me more. So, yes, I will have fries with that. No, make it chili cheese fries with gravy."

The pub was small and dimly lit, but its toilet was spacious, well-lit, with bidets. It was the kind of place where history oozed from the walls - fights, mates, fights with mates,