“I like getting things done. No beating-around-the-bush, or lollygagging.” That was my answer to the question asked of me by Doctor Demon: Why should I hire you? “I need a job!”

Far away on the other side of the fog splashing and a sharp intake of air. Someone had fallen into the pit. The rancid water it contained was barely above freezing. Until the fog

I was told to shut up & mind my own business; I was paid eight grand monthly. I never punched a clock or showed up at some office in a suit. I owned a condominium in Century City

Captain Skippy required the woman with the pumpkin tattoo to swab the deck, but, instead of succumbing to his demand’s, she dove off the yacht and into the dumpster sitting nearby.

Call me anything but Stupid. I thought I had found TRUE love for the 14th time, but just like the earlier thirteen, this one fizzled out like a box of moist firework sparklers.

I explained I sought the leisurely, creative high of yesteryear. "OK, Boomer. Try this." The first toke fried my cannabis receptors in 10 seconds. Is it any wonder, officer, that

Huh. Nuthatch Sanitarium. I didn't like being wheeled around so I got out of my chair and asked the desk nurse: "Do I really need to be here? I haven't killed the people who Baker-

I wish I had thought to go into the counseling profession, but that would have been unethical. "So, in our last session you mentioned people like you cover the waterfront -- what

Of course I felt sorry for Mom and her people and the species embarrassments that must have troubled them. So that night in the desert diner I picked up the tab even though I was

The Nautilus idled in the depths and Nemo felt himself wasting away in so many ways. "These people are doing this to themselves. Who am I to sunder their cargo ships or play chords

For months my counselor would just listen and scribble down my rants, at a rate of $50 per 50 minutes. But then I learned she had formatted my rants as poetry, for offer as NFTs! W

On a stopover at Transit Node 1478, Heyman Boyd was delighted to see his old friend again. "Hrengor, you look younger!" After a moment, Zotoku the Beholder said, "Sir, my uncle has

It was that special time of year when students of certain schools came to play and practice the art of fiction on FoldingStory. Crows flew into the windows, chalkboards hummed with

Although Blasted had become so habituated to being imprisoned in a tower that he kind of preferred it, he did get out to the old hermitage, and remembered Chaz's top hat and tails.

I had lost my way in the blizzard of this world, but the other day an onion seemed to speak to me, so I made my way to a certain village hoping my Aunt Marta could help interpret

"Just get on the bus with the rest of us, Jeremy. You had an easy life if the only drama you have to contend with is your own internal fictional confrontations." He was right but

"Doctor, I don't know these people. I have no social network, so how could three so-called "friends" Baker-Act me?" At first I thought the guy who turned out to be Nurse Torrance w

"Your Honor, it would be incorrect for me to wear nicer apparel for your court's templated expectations than the clothes I already own. As for the cloudy matters at hand, could you

As the judge took his seat in that place where the First Amendment is completed disrepected, I tried to indicate to LordVacuity that the crow Grackleberry's allegations had nothing

Sometimes I had to say: "Nurse Jeff, I can walk to the cafeteria just fine. I could sprint. Not going for your atrophy regimen." And he would say: "You will sit in the wheelchair