Jeff O'Rama, Irish, ex-cop, now PI. Cocktail: Soft White Russian (Milk of Magnesia, vodka). New case: Murder. Cops botched investigation. A woman, a professor, in a purple top coat

"What a tewwible waxident!" sighed the Inspector, shaking his head, as the liquified remains of a million candles lapped around his fastidiously polished brogues.

When Mars was awarded the World Cup in 2046 rumors circulate it was the result of a hefty bribe of martian titanium ore to delegates of the Eurasian Imperium. Conditions on Mars

I am a Son of Amber, living in the wrong world. My Trumps destroyed, my smartphone dashed, my pow'rs enfeebled, I await my fate in this opaque and arbitrary excuse of a world, as

I've got it: "Suddenly and for no apparent reason, a troop of mutant clowns with Viagra-cream pies shows up on a stolen flatulence powered amphibious ATV." Another perfect fold!

Last night I dreamt I was onstage singing with Bennie and The Jets, Squawkers was in the rafters periodically bombing me with bird poop, Det. Manatee heckled me from the audience

As pizza delivery guy, you encounter some pretty unusual situations - the role-playing party with transvestite witches who complain their pizza isn't vegan

The gemanon orange and the smart toaster knew each other better than the humans could. Humans thought they would branch out into the cosmos, but it would be fruit and appliances

I tossed the grenade into the warehouse and turned away. I began walking briskly and smirked softly as the explosion went off behind me. Cool guys don't look at explosions.

Get up, get up, get up, get on up, stay on the scene, get on up, like a Fold Machine.Get on up, get up Twitch your fingers, use your flair. Stay on the scene, like a Fold Machine

Jim Kirk eased his bruised body onto the narrow, spartan bed in his quarters. What he wouldn't give for an Arcturian beanbagbed. Or even a box spring and mattress from Iowa. Lovers

She's a brick, and ever so slowly, she drowns me.

It is said that death is the fate of all warriors, but is fate ever truly set in stone?

Close the door, the mother shouts at the children running outside. Don't let bugs, the heat, the cold in.

James saw the village from a distance. He knew that there would be food there. James snuck up behind one of the huts and ran in when nobody was inside. He snagged a baguette and ra

Born of an unknown seaman and rapscallion lady who made ends meet to survive, he hadn't known much kindness in his life. Maybe that was the explanation for his unforgiving nature.

Fue un lunes normal de invierno, casi nadie queria levantarse de la cama.

With just 20 seconds left in the game, the ball at the 1-yard line, down by 4 points and the fate of the world hanging in the balance,

Новогодний карнавал на Галактике (рабочее название команды "Прошлогодний снег)

They say that to really sell your story to the masses you must first write for yourself––which you did during seventh grade. It was about two pages long and centered around a child