to see that the fourth letter of the alphabet no longer exists. The ruins of a nearby restaurant read "Mc onal 's", with the street sign next to it saying "Vinyar Roa ".

the Queens exotic painting collection. At last, I was dragged down to what can only be described as some royal speakeasy, where the backup guillotine lay infront of me.

Somehow, Gödel's endeavor of converting all known units into their equivalent in root beer flatness, created a small rip in time; making the world litterly flip upside down.

Then Freddie got AIDS. They never got that album. But then came the rise of Nirvana, which saw yet another white David on our screen.

And an explosion of thought it brought. It started with a question: "What if it was backwards?" From there, all became clear. Who was involved, their motives, and... oh. Oh no.

reached my hand out blindly for the wine glass. I hit my mark of course. One more drink and against the advice of my lunch I called Mitch Redfeather out on a date. He called me a

they say, is a virtue. I know it only as a vice. One I practice often. I like slow tongue baths, giving & receiving. I once shot an elephant in my pajamas. I lost a lot of weight.

ended up with Kelly, the masseuse, coiled up in a fetal position beneath the gurney in the corner. He couldn't have articulated why he had done that to her. So he didn't try to.

Hrengor looked around the transit node's food court. He noted the lack of defensible positions. He had a flashback to his combat time during the 3rd Food Court War on transit node

staaaaaaaake. It was all falling apart. Daaaaaaaark magic, trusted family members being burned at the stake? Just what happened to Aaaaaaaaaargh? It was a beautiful, peaceful town

seemed to deflate. almost as if it was a second suit, a mask. then slowly with great difficulty something climbed out of the shell of the beast and laughed

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Even several transit nodes away from Earth and its bitter memories, Hrengor the Beholder would still sometimes get a customer who would trot out "Beauty is in the eye, amirite?"

he wondered as he chanced a visit outside her dark Victorian house years later. The next moment, she was serving him tea. "Don't worry, dear. I always thought you would age well."

somehow both a reincarnation of William Blake and a concurrent incarnation of Michelle Yeoh --tbh, not too surprising. Luckily, recently I had learned about Kardecist Spiritism and

Ari Nutella sat at his command station, watching reports on 15 data screens as millions around the world ditched his non-consensual, data-harvesting OS for Linux or Plaque. "This t

"What the hell with the talons, babe?" Her pupils dilated. She said more coldly than ever: "When did I ever consent to your wrapping your wings around me? I was better off on Titan

e, and what's worse, another week had gone by and I had missed (yet again) "Talk Like a Pirate Day" and "Shed Yule". However, we moderns are not given to anguish and regret, so

Hrengor the Beholder thought, "Four transit nodes out from the Terran implosion, and I bet this guy wants more than a smoothie." Sure enough, the proud swagger led with: "Beauty is

So I sidled up to him and asked him for a share in the business. "Need any help, man?" I asked. He looked up at me with a gentle expression. "That'd be great," he said, grinning.