The sieve-like defenses of my pillow fort were no match for my little sister's hockey stick. "Retreat!" I said, grabbing my plastic lightsaber and escaping out the back. My Teddy

It wasn't her personality or politics that he'd grown weary of, it was her accent.

The night before he'd crushed up thousands of ecstasy tablets and put them in the sugar dispenser. As he gave people their Venti's he watched them load up on

I don't give a flab about the flab-er-gab

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Here are a few of my favorite things: the smell of fresh ground coffee, 49er football, when my kids are running toward me, getting into a groove on a nicely mogeled ski slope,

Mission Log Entry 1: "3 a.m. My tent collapses again. I hope the cheap TVs will be worth it. The mother of 3 behind me gives me dirty looks. Can I trust her? Ooh, a door opens!"

His horse was tired. He could tell by the way it was hanging its head. 'Come on Ol' Ben, just a few more miles' he pleaded and mused he was going to bring ol' tuber to the butcher

The new trend was to step away from the digital age and embrace the analog. People gave up on CDs and blue-rays and went back to wax cylinders, music boxes and nickelodeons.

When asked what he thought of War Coven, Ryan gave it an enthusiastic thumbs-up and said, "It's fun! Wanna play now, Mom?"

He was a medieval slob on a skateboard. Paunchy. Balding. Long greasy hair at the sides. Sweatshirt. Cargo shorts. Hunchbacked. Smoking. Wide leather bracelet like

They called him Walker, Connecticut Ranger.

"Iä Iä Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph´nglui mglw´nafh Cthulhu R´lyeh wgah´nagl fhtagn!" said the Cthulhu Cult Priest with the tentacular mask. "Iä Iä Cthulhu fhtagn!" repeated the cultists.

Once upon a time in Tuscaloosa, Alabama...

Today Bucky decided he didn't want to be a sidekick he wanted to be a villain. First he decided to get rid of Captain America. "Hi Bucky." Cap said.Then Bucky

Linus waited in the pumpkin patch for the Great pumpkin. This year it came and when it saw Linus it

There once was a talking parrot named Norman. I mean he could really talk. He wasn't just repeating things he'd heard. Now the funny thing was Norman was owned by a linguist who

Well, I suppose you only live once. Not that skydiving would ensure the continuation of that life. Nonetheless, the love of my life was convinced it would finally rid me of my fear

As I picked myself up off the road I realised my vision had been reduced to that of a tunnel with a pin of white light at the end, darkness surrounded this and the world stretched

Perry,the parrot -- even he thought it was too obvious,but...-- was changing feathers so Marcia made him