Kit flipped the knife into the air, catching it over and over again by the tape wrapped hilt. Her eyes were huge and begging and blue and large tears dripped onto her top

On his journey to the second continent, the eleven gods confronted him and battled for thirty days at sea. That part of the sea still boils twenty-five years since.

The 13 Helgas churned in anger, filling Osh Kosh with sounds that were whey too loud. See, they hated margarine. Corn oil is for wimps, they'd mutter. Real men like saturated

President Sarcozy leaned over the balcony, wondering whether it would hurt to much to jump down. He was a weak man, for someone running France, and couldn't stand pain.

She woke up with a bad cold. If she could only

I grabbed the peppermint gold from my dresser drawer and dashed back down the steps, skipping the last few and flying out the door with as much agility as an acrobat dismounting a

The old bus crapped out two passengers, hot and sticky, onto the curb. The heater on the bus wasn't really stuck on high, but the driver loved the metaphor. He regarded children as

Jerry lept to his feet. No one would call him

So there it was. Quivering. Hulking. Gyrating. Like it had a life of its own. It was sick. Diseased. Disgusting. It was

He walked down the line paying his respects. A somber faced line. Wet Red eyes. He leaned in and hugged her, he said, "Sorry for your loss," and he pickpocketed her

A car alarm went off, in the street. "Who's idiot's car is it this time?", thought Matt. "They should come up with a better system. Who really hears these anymore?"

Deje vu. Isn’t that what they called this? This was a barely coherent thought. Liz stared at the display case, wondering why she was reacting like this to an old piece of jewelry.

There was once a girl who lived in a farm

My husband had a medical emergency that required hospitalization and 3 days in intensive care (and he was quite ill three days before that).

Kids are more likely to be bored by its adult pace than shocked by its adult themes.

I could see myself laying on the couch. Flat on my back, eyes closed, hands stupidly crossed on my chest like a corpse at wake.When mother saw me ran she ran to me and knocked my

I'd had a pretty good life scamming rich lonely widows at their estate sales. Things took a turn for the worse when I met that grey panther Ethel Mitallenwasser.

Bred by the government to impregnate social minorities and have super-soldier children, Project Crinkletart could have been a success, but instead created...Fugget...

"I was always good at starting fires!" Bobby said proudly, backing away from his latest endeavor.

"Put the shit in the box or I'm gonna carve up your stuff"