It was a dark and stormy night which is unusual considering it was three o'clock in the afternoon and not a cloud in the sky. The air was thick with humidity and the weatherman was

"Jessica." Jim sighed. "You can't keep pretending you have a cat... It's just plain weird. What if my mom sees you and takes away her blessing? I can't marry a crazy cat lady."

Oscar stood in front of an apartment complex. It was a bit like his own, almost. Except this one didn't have graffiti on the walls, didn't stink of weed on the second floor.

It's awake, and it's crabby... Lobsterman!

I never was a firm believer in gravity.

In the night, hidden in the emptiness, I heard a muffled, guttural growl, as if someone or something was in agony; I paused, more still than restrained—somewhere in between I

She looked down at me as I stared in awestruck at her presence. Three years later and I still couldn't accept her rejection

I saw a sailor in there. I also saw another sailor over there near that. Another two over there by that riverbend and also at that oxbow. I didn’t see them for nothing and neither

Don’t eat the brownies.

Every time I decide to cook I’m always one ingredient short. The last time I tried to make

A small duck waded into the pod as the sun rose and the streets started to fill up with people on their way to work.

But once she walked into the light, suddenly, she could see all.

Eyes watch me in my sleep... they haunt my dreams... they won't go away.

"Daddy, tell the story about the transgendered Gingerbread Boy again." "Honey, it's past your bedtime." "Please, Daddy?" "Oh alright. Once upon time there was a little gingerbread

Edgar was the only one who could see the dragon, and Jim was the only one who could hear it. They needed to stay together to make sure the beast didn't catch them off guard, but

She stared at the blank page in front of her. Blank and empty. Just like her mind. "I need 10 pages by tomorrow!" she thought. Desperate, she picked up

What is love?

The fable of the Mongoose and the Cobra: Long ago, Mongoose and Cobra were the best of friends. But that all changed on one fateful day. Cobra had found the perfect place for a

In the depths of Mt. Krazak, there lived an ebony heart that drained the life out of the mountains. It lay beneath the boulders, pulsing and quivering with abhorrent delight.

The following is a list of those poor mascots who perished at the hands of the cereal killer last summer: Crunchy Giraffe, Chocolate Cobra, The Marshmallow Maniac, Sugary Nelson,