Wandering the back streets of the information superhighway, Jackson realized that the internet was the real life incarnation of Stephen King's masterpiece, "The Tommyknockers"

The Great Void was a void’s void, just as Steve McManaman, its lone resident, was a man’s man. The isolation worked wonders for Steve’s

I logged into FoldingStory and was met with a slew of notifications. She had folded every single story I'd worked on in the past few hours. What was with her? Was she following me?

"What if I just wedge my hand right there, real tight." He asked. She said, "yeah that's good." His rock climbing instructore was extraordinarily ugly but

OPO agents stormed the church. "The late Pastor Joe Saltarelli was a registered organ donor," said their captain. "Your church organ will serve another congregation well." Hacksaws

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"Hey Hobbes I found a machine gun!" Calvin exclaimed.

I'd arranged to meet Ronnie 'OMG' Delaney, my ex business partner & part time cockroach at the Leg o' Mutton on Lambs Conduit. He swung in wearing a leather trench coat & flat cap.

"Eat my shorts Martin! Hey, cut that out. No not with your canines. What if someone comes into the elevator! What if Mr. Van Buren walks in on this?"

An astronaut, a cosmonaut, & a taikonaut are sitting in a capsule orbiting Earth. The astronaut says,"We're passing over the USA. Land of the free. Home of the brave." 10 min later

The Professor and I looked at the strange yellow blob on the ground. "You tell me," he said. "Is that a living creature or not?" I observed the blob-thing more closely. It had

Are you my Brew Daughter? Please say yes. I will swaddle you in a frozen mug and keep you safe in a Keg. Sweet Brew Daughter, you are a pale ale now, but you will blossom into

I turned the corner to find a ravenous horde of undead staring back at me with black, lusterless eyes. A tumbleweed picked that moment to pass by as I dropped my ice cream cone

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

A poem, a poem for my dear wife Shay, even though I'm a poet I don't know what to say.

This is the 11 o'clock news with David McHammon reporting. This just in, a pool bus full of otters has collided with a fringe-top surrey, no casualties. In other news, an albatross

Ginger didn't fit in to the cogwheel community of Meticulotopia, from her red locks & freckles to her bare feet. One day she stole a pony and rode to the land of floating hillocks

"Now my child, what animal do potatoes come from?" "No, Grandad, you don't understand. Potatoes don't

He posed as a depressed woman in her 20s.

Be yourself. It's never too late to change. It's no use crying over spilt milk. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Respect your elders. Don't talk to strangers. Don't eat yellow