Buttercup. Yellow. Sun. Ra. Cleopatra. Asp. Stripes. Tiger. Burning. Symmetry. Circle. Egg. Sperm. Tadpole. Croak. Crickets. Wickets. Grass. Daisy. Buttercup.

The stench of drunken lowlives drifted through the tavern, drenching everything in a mist of putrid scents. Corran sat in the back, keeping an eye on everything. So far, nothing.

Aristocrats from all around gathered in Kensington Hall to determine whose china was gleamiest. Madam Paddingston set her chip-and-dip serving china on the judging table. Gasps of

"Are you crazy? You want to name our group after a strap-on? You think this is a joke don't you. Are you on something? Christ Don, you want to go back to writing jingles for

Mr. Cheetah boasted he could sleep through a riot going on outside, but this riot was one he couldn't sleep through. His sleeping pill helped somewhat, but he left the radio on.

I'm Alice. Leaving in an inn. An abandonned inn, full of doors. Which one is the wright? What if I opoen the wrong door? The green one catches my eye. I go through it and a big rat

I was at an avant garde concert. It was super quiet & then BANGBANGBANG!! a helluva noise. The 6 month foetus in my womb starjumped into my lungs. Would that permanently affect it?

Crap! Once again her treacherous fat fingers had unleashed a blank fold that screeched Nana na nah nana!!! at her, daring her to not tremble and wet her pants. With a

"President only eats half of his meal at worlds best sushi bar" blared CNN. George turned down the volume. The story brought it all back up. George's bowel trembled as he hurried

My father was a cat herder, a wily wrangler of domestic short-hairs. It was not an easy job but someone had to do it. Sometimes when he came home from an especially long ride,

If I start a story...

"One more hour, then I can get out of here." He whispered as he checked his watch. Only one of the doors was closed. He could hear something in his office.

The Road is everywhere. Wherever you, the reader, are at this moment, there is a road, maybe several, nearby. Your whole life is on a road going somewhere & there might be no comin

If I start a story...

One cold night on old Mars, Jherek Manatee went down to the canal and began to croon: "I am a lone starfaring stranger, traveling through these worlds alone. There is no

The Australian Exchange student had an ass. The host family refused to allow it in their apartment. It had never occurred to her that they might not allow her ass in the apartment.

"But professor, ma'am, you're half-asleep!" "Heh, I can do science in my sleep. Being merely half-asleep is just overkill." She tongued her lucky prosimian skull and mixed the blue

To kill. It's great. I prefer slicing. Slowly. Fast. How ever the fuck they deserve it. Or how ever the fuck I feel like it. Welcome to the mind of a serial killer.

She found him repulsive & lousy at foreplay, but Eve had no choice; Adam was the only man on Earth. He ravished her every full moon; she endured 8 miscarriages before Cain was born

Our village's peace was shattered one pleasant autumn day when Lady Constance and Reverend Parkins nearly came to blows over the topic of green tea. The repercussions of that dis