Slowly my vision blurred. The pills were kicking in and the blood began to gush from my arms. Was I really ready to die? I wasn't so sure anymore.

He peaked his nose through the bamboo venetian blinds. The guy who had been following him waited at the street lamp. He heard a knock and turned. He got the worst nostril splinter.

Doctor! You have eluded me for eons, but now I, Davros, have captured you and destroyed your precious Tardis! My army of Daleks will rule the universe FOREVER!

"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?"

The miserable British rain ambled down my window pane without enthusiasm. As I looked out onto the street, an ambulance whizzed past, shrieking at the top of it's voice. "Damn,

Hey Fold2, this is Fold1. How ya doin? Listen, can you pass a message to Fold3 for me? Just tell her that I'll see her at the end of the story OK? Thanks dude. Late.

It's morning, with the sun breaking the landscape, everyone's asleep, with the little mouse slowly stirring. It becomes obvious that it's now that time.

Once upon a time there was an man who lived high up on a mountain that overlooked a village. Every so often villagers who would travel up the mountain, but would never return.

In case you hadn't noticed I'm going to clue you in a little bit here. There is no secret to happiness. No key to why we're here. No long lost mystery that reduces belly fat. The

She was nine. Sweet. Darling. Every pet her mother bought she killed, drained its blood and decorated her doll house with its entrails. Child Voodoo.

Hitragzutus was a minor demon responsible for making shower curtains cling to people while they showered. He longed to be assigned a higher torment by Beelzebub.

I rifled through the cardboard box, looking for my old toy gun. Headless barbies vaulted out of the box and something sticky met my fingers at the bottom. 'Hey, this feels like...'

These stream beds. These tree trunks. These mesa tops make my

There's a reason the Tour de France is called the Tour de France. Because it supposed to happen in FRANCE. Not in London on a MONDAY. Oh the gridlock hell of it all. Bloody French.

SWM seeking S?F for adventure and romance. Physical specs not paramount but must be fit and a lover of new experiences. Please message me for additional details or to meet.

'This is NOT a book' it said on the cover. He turned it (book?) around in his hands and thought:'if this is NOT a book, then what is it?' He tried to open it, but the cover seemed

♪ Is you is or is you ain't my babe. Maybe babies found somebody new ♪ Is what I found myself internally singing after I called Suzy for the fifth time tonight. Whats she thinking?

Looking back, I'm confident that the entire situation could have been averted if not for the simple phrase "What can I do you for?"

"I am the Light and the Life" said the chipmunk.

I slammed the giant bird down on the table & said "FINE! Then you eat it." With that, I twisted the top off a giant jug of chardonnay & headed into the backyard. This Thanksgiving