This is my story and I'm sticking to it

The photographs had already started fading. The faces were still recognizable but with significant strain. It had only be 3 years but the whole town became stranded, haunted.

All the things I say, and all the things I do, make me think life is easier when you're dead. So should I fix this? Or put a gun to my head?

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

why do monsters hide under my bed?

Being pansexual doesn't mean having sex with pots & pans. I learnt this the hard way and my ban from the Kitchen Dept in Harrods is beyond harsh. The government of Qatar will recei

What up people

Midnight. The mortician pumps fluid into another dead body. He hears something behind him. He turns around. The Old Woman is sitting up. Mouth open, a beetle crawls out.

Now, boys and girls, this is to be a nice, clean story, do you hear? No lewd references to body parts, no toilet humor, no crude or sexual words will be tolerated.

Elijah flicked the stub of his last cigarette into the embers and tipped his hat to rest his head on his saddlebag. The Milky Way glowed dimly behind his horse tied to a Saguaro.

There's no better way to start a morning than by misquoting Lou Reed.

"Make it so Number one." Captain Charile Brown held up his two fingers and said, "Engage." Captain Brown's number one was Lucie. Woodstock put the Enterprise into

Strangely, the song "Like a Virgin" came to mind as I sat there getting my head shaved. Hundreds of "cranial prosthetics" surrounded me on faceless heads. I could reinvent myself

Nelly the elephant

Clark Kent invited Bruce Wayne for brunch at the posh 137 club in uptown Gotham. After some small talk, Clark said: "You know, Bruce, some people call you a crazy vigilante. I'm

The pistol glistened wetly in his palm; heavier than he remember. He took a long drag of his cigarette and hummed along to a Roy Orbison jingle, reminding him of a first love, his

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?"

The fact that my face was a porcupine wasn't going to help my chances with her.

I unwrapped the gum, and folded the stick into my mouth. As I thought about the funeral's cancellation I noticed a new moon outside the window. Only then did I realize

"By hook or by crook, by crook or by flail, You must flood the Earth so that I can set sail," chanted a Mojave boy desperate for adventure. God loved a good deluge, so He obliged