They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. But when you're walkin' down that steet and you haven't had enough to eat. TRY MC D'S NEW

"Well, Grork. We've reached the Badlands. And you know what that means. You can stlll turn back." Grork, gurgled in reply. His way of laughing. I took a step into the swampy mist

though, to be honest, I’ve no idea why…Van Gogh and Renoir wore the old shawls. They had a bottle in brown paper bag between them. They pretended to be drunk old women.

My stubborn independence wasn't safe here. Reality hires too many impetuses of change to plot against me (stimuli, my ex, etc.). I curled up in a box with my cat, Li'l Schrödy, and

"This right here is what you call a Powder Keg." Said stupid Billy. God I couldn't stand him. Everytime we went out we got into trouble. He pointed his .357 at the jet fuel tank

You see, I live in Derby. The infrastructure's a mess. They still use parking meters. And their town motto is: "Derby: I just don't know what went wrong!" Yeah. It's like that.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end rasping out. "It's done. Check postbox 23 in Hamsted."

The every answer other to word the needs riddle to is be hidden moved in to the the riddle’s next answer sentence.

The corupt old tyrant's head rolled into the town square, the rabble of famished country squires just behind it. Only his right hand man Hvick stood between them & the town well

I have Michael Bublé's "Russian Unicorn" stuck in my head.

He used a sock puppet to pick up beautiful women.

"Cutting isn't enough. Neither is delicately holding a burning flame up against my skin. I want to overdose! I want to do it now!" She screamed at her worried English teacher.

It was a classic example of the age-old question:

I was the master of my craft, a real innovator imitated by many and surpassed by none. What George Foreman was to indoor grilling, I was to

The day he beat Diablo III for the 1,000th time, Satan appeared and offered him his right-hand man position. It seems that, at least to the Prince of Darkness, killing video game

I merged onto I-5 north, prepared for several hours of sensory deprivation. Boredom. Flipping through my CD wallet I saw an unlabeled disk I didn't' recognize. Huh. I inserted it

Lost everything! Honey stocks bottomed out. Heffalump Investments filed Chapter 11. Chief Analyst P.Bear grumbled "Really I'm a bear of very little brain." & took a slow train back

They keep making the TV's sexier, smarter and prettier. Well, I've fallen deeply, madly in love with my Flatscreen. I know how to turn it on, it shows me things that I

"What in God's name is going on here!?" he roared. The smell was absolutely putrid, cigarette butts everywhere, half naked Columbian's were passed out left & right, & Flint the

They say that seminary is the cemetery for the faithful. It is black-suited, chain-wearing zombies that are sent back to the church and they wonder why the church is dying! Resurr