There is nothing more comforting than the familiar. The Lady in the fluorescent tutu, an unusual color for every day of the year, pushing her old pet pussycat in a baby carriage.

“Again, I’ll say, I could be right, you could be wrong, we could be naked all day long.” She didn’t decipher stupid, snubbing his pickup line, flipping him off behind her back.

Waa'kapa'muuka and the Gas Masked Socialite were hosting Prester John and his entourage at a quaint rundown motel on the skirts of Lake Cacapeepee, aka the Municipal Sewage Pond.

As a child I imagined the life of a Dragonfire swallower was sleeping on roses, wine, song, & comely wenches. In reality, I've discovered, it is one full of lots of dragon shit. We

Being the rider of a troubled dragon was not for the weak kneed. Sometimes how much pressure you applied to its dorsal nerve made no difference. The dragon would buck you off & fry

When you travel with a dragon in your party the Welcoming Partys are few and far in between. I try to explain the benefits of dragon shit to the locals but they're too scared to

"I was a meandering mendicant going from shrine to shrine to execute divine justice upon His earthly vessels. Which is what we call you normies." "Kool. Would you like fries with

Monroe was the kind of kid that practiced baton twirling in his backyard and sold earthworms through his bedroom window. He had no need of friends or companions of any sort. Beau

Unaffiliated baton twirling was, briefly (thank the Lord), a scourge through the midling classes of the Core planets. Although she swears she meant nothing of the kind, we owe our

When Does Silence Become Awkward?

It is the epitome of a tautology to say my life is a fallacy sitting upon a cauldron of tribulations and Brylcream, in equal measure. That donn't mean I can't shake a rug. Plethora

We weren't farmers. That was plain to see. Either way were were going to die. But farming gave us a sliver of a chance out. We could die with our own & together. One of us might be

I was carrying a story that has become this parakeet named Hoosier. I don’t know Hoosier’s foibles yet. We’re still in the honeymoon stage. Hoosier seems to be the quiet type.

Thandie knew she was human and, as such, was prone to human frailties. Yet she never thought herself included in the term humanity. She was surrounded by them. She moved among them

Soon our self driving cars will come equipped with a drone as standard equipment. The drone will be paired to the vehicle and scout ahead traffic conditions, among other things.

I was conceived in the backseat of a Greyhound bus, traveling Interstate 80, a few miles west of Toledo, Ohio, and born in the bathroom of the Won Kok restaurant in Los Angeles, CA

Spend more time these days resting my body while exhilarating my brain. Call me a lazy person, although it’s more a Lazy Boy Lounger. Fine tuned into my Red-hot Elders partners.

Every year, for the past six years, I’ve hosted the four ex-wives and seven kids’ picnic. Krissy, Jason and Lora. Annie, Richard and Liz. Candi, Eddy and Sean. Debby and Clair.

On his recent trip to the Everglades, Zoologist, Ernie Fezzik, came face-to-face with the long-believed-extinct Floridian Ape, Orange-faced Fat-assed Dope, or Trumpicus Fatasskiss.

Mary rested on the patio lounge, eyes shut, grinning as the warmth of the sun eagerly caressed her face. In the distance, a squirrel furiously chirped at Mary, for it had buried