There was nothing fabulous about the Baker Boys. They were unemployed and spent their days playing PS3 and Eating Tuna Helper Cheesy Noodle. One night, Jim Baker

I was sitting on my front porch sipping a glass of lemonade when a large group of muscular, hairy, men came over the horizon. Without thinking I grabbed my gun. The horde was back.

Wary of the too-clever-by-half rhyming device in starting new folding stories,

It was a fine Saturday morning and she is having a nice cup of coffee. Suddenly the phone rang

She looked over and smiled. These kinds of tricks were the reason why she came. Jim was the kind of guy that would find a way to deliver perfection in any circumstance. Tonight,

Two Helmets marched into the room. They meant business because they had rakers. He could see their ComLights twinkling. The Borg turned him over to them.

The photograph showed an anaconda wrapped around a baby. When the mother returned, she saw a white space in the picture where the snake was. By the crib she

I had to figure out a way to Heliski this week. We just got a hugh dump, I love huge dumps, and now Bluebird skies. Then it came to me, "what if I offer the guide

Through the looking glass it would seem my trophy case had perhaps been ram-sacked or tampered with... Not so much as a remnant of proof boasting of my bountiful accomplishments

"How is she?" - "Nothing new. Coma isn't much to look at, you know." I stand beside the bed and stare at her calm, peaceful face. "Can she her me?" "Unlikely. Brain activity is

Quiet! Quiet I whispered a loud a as could to myself. My tendinitis was screaming at me and would not obey. The click clack clunk as I cocked the pistol was all but inaudible to me

"What is this?" "Just take it." "I'm not kidding" "Me neither. It's a failsafe. For that kind of event, when things go pancake-shaped." "To put it mildly." Things have to be really

I really shouldn't have been looking. But their blinds were open and I couldn't help myself. They were

You know what do when you get writers block? Stack it in the corner with the others, till you have enough to build a really solid two story, three hole brick outhouse. Conjoined

The whistle sounded. The girls leg went back to strike it. This was it. I only had to make this one save and we were the champs. I took a deep breath and watched as the ball flew.

Flip the burger, peel the cheese, blob of mayo and blotter of ketchup, fancy ketchup. Wilhelm hated this job but, it was the only one he could get because

Pop went the weasel, his eys first bulging and then shooting from their sockets. The weasel had been one of the best-known

It was a night just like any other. I had two slugs, one in my magnum, and the other in a bottle of whiskey. I kicked my feet up on the desk to take a nap, when she walked in...

"Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy..." The song was running through my head like a drum beat. The cars were at a standstill. I tapped the accerator

I knew the second my foot hit the pavement, life would never be the same. My parents divided the move into two painful days, spending the first night in some small Minnesota town.