The devil's whisper fell on deaf ears. Her angelic heart could not be turned by the first of the fallen, though at every turn he was there to remind her of a different course.

The rain started to bang against the aluminum chimney vent - clank, clank, clank. He looked up and wondered

"The problem with collaboration," she smiled over her glasses, "is that a G-rated thought can easily be spiked with an x-rated intent. How do we capitalize on such unintended

It was one of the most amazing days she had ever experienced. This job would be a dream come true. She could not wait to share the good news with her best friend. Unfortunately....

I knew this day would come. Cher

The old floorboards creaked under his considerable weight. Grumbling and muttering under his breath about the

Delivering a corpse was out of the question, but re-animating a shredded body full of shrapnel was too rich for his pay grade. He nodded once before drifting across the center line

He was getting ready to spread it like mayonaise when the door flung open.

Lights danced in his eyes. That's not where they were accustomed to dancing and in point of fact, were a little uncomfortable there with all of the dewy innocence. Nevertheless,

There once was a beaver named Danny Chomp. He lived in a dam with his aunt Miss Chew. He was thrown out by hurricane De Glomp. He then woke up next week in Timbuktu.

My neighbor's dog was always howling at the moon. All night, all I could hear was that bloody howling. I needed to do something, but what? It was such a

I wish, oh how I wish that I could obtain

Sometimes I wish I knew what she thought. I wish

Crisp leaves crackled as he hovered by. He never touched the ground, but the field repelled everything beneath him. There wouldn't be foot prints, but if you measured the compact

He slipped into the room, invisible yet again. No one knew him. No one saw him. No one cared. He smiled briefly, allowing himself the modicum of joy. His anonymity served him well.

Nigel was beside himself as he watched CNN. A teabag on a hatbrim had been the secret sign of being an expat, but now these rubess had taken it, like metrosexuals with left earring

Once upon a time there was a woman named Holly.

Her black hair and matching eyes were almost as hypnotic as the dark brown legs that appeared beneath her denim skirt as reliably as a welfare check on the last day of every month

The stars burned out one at a time, then in pairs, then in clumps. The night sky was going black and when the moon went out, Stella knew there was about eight minutes before

The wheel turned and she was transfixed. Only half a turn to go and her life changed forever. She'd win thirty seven dollars. It was enough to buy the used bicycle. It spun like