She sat in her car. Red light. No one was watching. She hooked her finger into her nose and smiled at her topnotch nose swag. It was one of those have gooey with a crusty shell

It was a stoke of luck that the pirates left me on this planet in this area. Little did they know that this had been my "Fortress of Solitude" as I roamed the Universe in search

In West Philidelphia, born and rasied, on the playground is where i spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, playin some B-Ball outside of school when

Before I could stop myself, I jumped over and hugged him, then jerked back and bounced on my heels. He looked amused and flustered at the same time. Surprised and elated, he put

Black Bart didn't give a flying fuck about nothin or nobody. He once sharted an entire pork chop and didn't even notice. So he was genuinely surprised when

Where am I? I awaken to find myself not in my bed, but floating orb above what looked like an elaborate room. Something had whisked me away from home. It was probably

The tag on the edge of his bed forbade him from removing it. He worked at the store, but he'd purchased it on an employee plan and would have to return it if he quit within a year

Bubbles flew all around her and bounced against her nose as the parachute fluttered all around her. How she'd gotten on top of it was as much a mystery as how she'd come to

Crisp leaves crackled as he hovered by. He never touched the ground, but the field repelled everything beneath him. There wouldn't be foot prints, but if you measured the compact

"What have you done?"she said looking at me like as if I were an alien."What?",I asked feeling hurt by her reaction."Why can't I just seat here and enjoy a

She pulled out the credit card. "Ma'am, the bill is over a million dollars, there is no credit card that can handle that," the agent said. "Run it, sonny." This was no ordinary

The Swamp Thing hated, I mean with livid heat, hated Zydeco music. In fact, once someone showed him an accordion and

Parry, dodge, spin! I loved the Daffy Duck / Robin Hood short cartoon from the 40s.

For the past month, Billy has had it with boring days. Everyday he would do the same thing all the time. Once Billy got home he turned on the T.V. and a man on screen said to him

They said the car was haunted, and I believed it was. Not by phantoms but by memories. Scents, textures, the sound of denim on leather. Stimuli passed down by

What was so remarkable was that it was the first specific thing I could remember about that night other than walking out of there alive. J. Kelso, my former employer had used

I’d made a habit of hunching my shoulders and frowning when I saw myself in the mirror, practicing toughness that didn’t come naturally to my smirky, jovial face. The older I

Harvey flicked his tail, indicating his displeasure with Maude. Her soul shriveled into little pieces of burnt popcorn. She had served his usual filet mignon, cut into bite-sized

Beginning a story is a hard thing to do. It needs something to catch people's eye. It needs to be something different. I don't like beginning stories. The beginning of this story

The fact that it was a girl making some of those sounds was what got me out of the car and around the side of the station.