O cabelo era liso, preto, um tanto enferrujado. Libertava um odor de ferrugem, ferrugem esta que, por possibilidade, seria o demónio da Stinkpuckler, agora, presente na sua alma.

over the car’s upholstery and floor mats. “I’m gonna charge you extra for that Jackson Pollock’s art you just did!” The driver angrily muttered as he drove me to my house. He

to rub against because her human memory remembered that both authors wrote tragedies and wasn’t her own life tragic in itself as a reincarnated cat? Her own family name evokes the

David threw the music box on the ground. The sound was a cacophony! The two animals from the top had been broken in half. The Christmas tree they were dancing around was shattered.

went better with lots of coffee. On Maple Street, there was no need to wait for the monsters to show up. On Cucumber Avenue, things were a little cooler. The dancers assembled,

-backed man whom we always called Santiago (but who was really Edmond de Varais, King of the Percherons) gave the all-eating monster a good talking-to and showed it what's what.

landlord raised the rent, and she countered by posting manifestos throughout the building and up and down the street. The landlord called the cops, and she raised a Twitter Storm.

, can you read me? A cyclone is forming to your south and is headed your way. Landfall in three hours or less. Fiji, come in. Do you copy? Please confirm!"

"Fine. Abandonment works both ways," she thought. She left the family home to begin her career as an international spy. Sure, the thought of sending postcards home tempted her,

's wife Michelle would bring an egg timer to dinner parties and set it for fifty minutes so the other guests would know when the former President might wrap up his soliloquy. He

i had been duped into performing like some carnival chicken. All my stories were dictated to me by my internal AI. An AI which still called home back on Mars. I tried to write some

battles snowplows for the thrill of it. After renovating a new home for The Avengers Hawkeye retired. He spent his last days smelling a jar of his own farts and gazing out at

Diiiiissaaaapooooiiiinted!!!! ...but he found a coupon for 20 percent of froyo . With a little jaunt in his step the gang soon arrived at

The old man leaned back in his chair. "Of course," he preened. "Without a nugget or two, how am I do remember anything at all?" He

He didn't, however, realize the building had burst into flames. He was too in love, too gone. He grinned vaguely as he

"I am the emissary of my people," boomed the platypus. "You have been found... wanting." Before the librarian could speak, the windows burst with a wailing scream. "They are here."

The wind rattled her window, the whistle wailing in the world beyond. She dried her eyes and waited. Nature drowned out her sniffles and granted her a shaky pause.

"Nice job, you dimwit! Never again will I trust someone that tells me you're good." Just like that, the man was forced outside and began walking home in the rain.

A woman sat across from them, rolling her eyes as they laughed and joked around. 'I hate coming to these stupid bars. So why do I?' she thought to herself.

accidentally step into a portal leading to another dimension, where the sun baked the landscape like a plate of nachos in a broiler. Clutching my precious flash drive, I tried to