On my stroll, I looked down at the strange markings construction crews put on the pavement. This mark is for a gas line, that one, for sewers. Why is there one for hot chocolate?

He made sure to stay hidden as his boss left the office to grab a cup of coffee. "Perfect! Time to grab that file." He quickly moved to get the envelope, and when he opened it,

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I squinted again into the deepening fog. The figure I thought had been making it's way toward me seemed to have disappeared but I couldn't be sure. I felt my hand along the rocks

"That's it! I've had it with you and your disturbing obsession with

Eros, the impossibly beautiful and terrifying God, was sitting in the garden of Psyche's palace. Under his naked feet the path of opals, amethysts and pearls glistened in the sun.

I suddenly found myself inside a yellow submarine. How did I get here? Why was Ringo Starr having tea with an octopus? And why the only sound I could make was "Goo goo g'joob"?

Alter one iota of your destiny and someone named wish might just encounter you. I found this out once while holding a cardboard sign outside the Fred Myer on Hawthorne Street. This

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Big Bob cut the cheese in homeopathically thin slices because

Cheswick Blighton would sometimes tune his radio to a certain frequency. His pineal gland would tingle, and he would engage in lively disputes with the Koi of nearby dimensions.

He looked down at the village through the eye windows. Pulling some ropes, the giant jerked forward. He bellowed through the voice trumpet. "FEE! FIE! FOE! FUM!"

A Tale of Two Animalcules. Amoeba & Paramecium were inseparable companions in a tiny pond holding pseudopod in cilia until one day Paramecium adopted Algae as endosymbiont.

Once upon a time, there lived an old woman and 10 dogs.

It was supposed to be a "camping trip". Oh sure, roast a marshmallow, take a leak on a tree, sleep with the moon as your nightlight. Great, grand, wonderful. But

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My son finished raking leaves into a big pile & then abandoned it, explaining the bogey man under there swallowed his football. I smiled inside but the next day my car was missing

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As I laid in bed all I could hear was a loud creaking noise as if someone was walking on hard wood floors, thing is my house is tiled completely.

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