Small, sneaky things crawled around the broken bicycle, grasping fingers reaching for the girl perched upon the seat.

Pearl sat on a log in the woods. She had a billy can of ravioli in one hand and a piece of cutlery in the other. She'd been staring at it for a while. Was it a spoon or a fork?

The Emporer of the World looked at his day planner. "Item one, beatification of Pope John Paul the II, check. item two, croquet with the royals at undisclosed location, check. Next

So it seems that SmartCars ARE good for something, mainly bringing into the house and decorating it for Christmas. Dad was going to love it, or wait a sec, he could hate it. Damn,

The professor blew up the powder-blue balloon, tied it, held it at arms length, and with one sweeping motion, popped it with a pin."Thus ends the lecture. Questions?"

In the beginning there was something. There was something controlled and organized. Then God made something else.

Teleportation is just a mater of completely digitizing and breaking down the body and reconstructing it at point of destination. Problems occur when the signal is hacked.

"We mustn't tell anyone, this would cause a world wide panic!" Those were the last words I heard before I accidentally hit "Send to everyone."

One brisk spring morning at a Parisian trottoir as he sipped his coffee and read the paper, The Kraken was accosted by a musician on a bicycle. "How dare you despise the Kaiju! How

Paul McCartney adjusted his shirt and smoothed back his hair. This was it. It had finally happened. He'd always wanted to work in a drugstore and now he was a cashier at CVS

The shaolin monk headbutted the precocious child for simmering all the flavor out of his

"Well, actually..." was her favorite phrase.

"Don't forget me when it's over," I said despite how useless the request was. I knew she wouldn't miss me, nevermind remember me. At least I can accep this, even though it kills me

Dad was grilling steaks in our back yard when three mean-looking drones transited our airspace. I went to get my drone-blaster, but Dad stopped me. He nodded toward their goal:

I watch TV and hear the click-click-click of our whippet's nails as she patrols between kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and living room and back again. Then the clicking stopped.

Mutley sniffed the dark, wet, bright orange thing on the ground. It was rotten. Had a dark, oily film around it. The first tendrils of fungus poked up. He licked it.

there once was a boy he lived in a big shoe

Ok, Ok. Guys I've got it. I know what Jupiter's great Red Spot is! It's a giant zit!

It wasn't that Donga minded being naked in front of Parliament, really. It was more like there hadn't been enough time to think up a witty explanation as to why. No turning back

For each folded story finished, it is appropriate to start one. This is the first cardinal rule of folding stories. The second cardinal rule is