"Pipes, pipes, pipes" he wheezed, "you'd think that, as a plumber, I'd be pretty damned sick of the things by now. And, you know what?" He paused to spit, noisily, onto the tarmac,

Most of my nights are restless. Jarvis is dead!?! How is that possible? Worse yet, how does Detective Marcus think I had anything to do with it. Murder? Me?

(was thinking of starting a dd/lg based book, would anyone be interested in helping?)

Reading Dune in the back a Disel station wagon driving through Kansas on a Summer road trip to visit my Grandmother in Lincoln, Nebraska. I am one with this book.

The best that we can gather is that today is the 23rd day since it happened. We probably should have started this on that first day but we didn't. There are only 31 of us left now.

George Lucas had re released Star Wars for 870th time.

I sighed as I cracked my knuckles. I had been up all night writing my Judge Judy fan fiction. I was sure it was gonna be a big hit. The only thing left was to post it,

After the embezzlement charges and the foreclosure I went underground. I'd been living in the subway for 5 years and thought I'd seen everything, but the glowing eyes and chewing

A wastebasket for the upstairs, a garbage bin for the garage, and a hamper just to have around. There! I have completed my bucket list.

The ghost whispered "Who can hear me? I plead with the living, hear me and I will tell you the secret of how I died." A little girl, age 5 heard the ghost and

Such were the days that Montaro dreaded. The sun, bright overhead, reminded him only that he had flown too close to the metaphorical sun that was limitless anonymous sex

I peeked out of the window. The situation was worse today. It got worse with every day. I quickly shut the window as some onlookers began to onlook at my sparkly pyjamas. I

Gordon Ramsay stormed onto the set in the middle of a show. Alaric Marylebone turned his unnervingly white eyes on his fellow chef, as his black santoku knives restrained their sou

Harcourt Chalmers cradled the bowl John Dee had given his ancestor Harry Morlock, a country lad who set out to sea in the 1600s and founded an empire of noodles. But now the emp

Don't let me fall!

Omar Kropotkin sipped his overpriced cup of recarbonized coffee-bean sauce, musing upon the phenomena of words and letters and happenstance, when Gloria Crouton invited herself to

Several species of small furry animals are gathered together in a cave and grooving with a Pict.

It was a hot day in June and as I was going to work

"Don't worry," she replied, "I'm not scared of monsters." Her mother smiled and shut the door. She let her arm slide off the bed, and wrapped her fingers around the bony hand

I guess Mabel Jones was tired of being the outcast of the neighborhood. One Saturday morning she released a squadron of autonomous weaponized robots from her two-car garage. Jeff