Now I've heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord.

Frankîe tripped over a small customer with his clubfoot & his tablet with whole pork crashed into a chandelier & fell on the cheese trolley. The maître d' called him a dumb waiter

She put her hand over his heart. Then he put his hand over her hand over his heart. Then she put her other hand over his hand over her hand over his heart. Then he put his other

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away,

"Lend me your arms, fast as thunderbolts, for a pillow on my journey." As Hendrick lay his pen down, he imagined the possibility of his haiku poem becoming reality.

I am a leather jacket haphazardly thrown onto the back of a chair. It's quite nice being a jacket, sometimes. It's never cold, but I always end up smelling like smoke, one way or a

She didn't know much about science fiction. She'd read too many romance novels. But when she lay in bed that night, bodice-ripper in hand, she could have sword she'd stepped out

Cairn searched the the depths of his memory for the stupidest joke he could think of. "What's a dentist's favorite time?" he quipped.

Zachary strode into the cave determinedly clutching the tools he needed to engrave the names of every creature whose spirits strengthened his sword and fueled him with their powers

I lay on my back in the tall grass & looked up at the blue sky. The fluffy white cloud above me resembled my grandpa eating an ice cream cone. A tear slid down the corner of my eye

"I love you both," May uttered, and flushed a little when both of her darling husbands (as in love with each other as with her) hugged her and assured her of the same. True love!

I always was good at games. They were fun, but above all, they had goals which could be seen at a press of a button. Unlike so-called "life", which, apparently,

I need a story small enough to read on my phone.

"Itchy face. Stom's a brewin" screeched old Aunt Esther. The rusted wheels of her scooter stalled in a pile of cat feces just as she tried to ram me. I took a drag off her cig and

I have beautiful feet

Nanu nanu. Mork calling Orson. Come in Orson.

Joe Swanson slept silently through the whole night, and awoke fresh as a daisy. He had a smile already for he was looking forward to

"Edenopteran keithcrooki, boned fish, inhabited shallow shores of Godwana." Greg looked at the sleek high domed skull and 4 cm fangs. "That's no boned fish. It's the Alien."

"Waaaait! Stop! It's the balloon child!" the mayor shouted. The crowd gasped and looked where he pointed. The balloon child

Jarrod Quatermain examined the tatters fluttering on the ruins. "The old ones still remember. The young ones still hope." No, not good, he thought, and logged it in his timestick.