The teacher came in the room. He was new. The seventh graders sat quietly. He wrote his name on the board. He said, proudly, "My name is Mr. Sandercock."

Apparently the convict was not amused by my blithering about the origins of my nickname, so he dashed my head against a handy headstone. "Chapter Two -- I am dead" The End.

He stared at the credit card bill. "ANOTHER pair?! Why did you need to buy another pair of slippers? GLASS slippers!" He stormed into the walk-in closet and she was

Harold the Bear was missing his hat. It was pointy and made of red felt, like a garden gnome's. He made inquiries with his forest brethren. "Have you seen my hat?"

Zeroing Yolanda's Xmas wages, Vicky usurped the sales reductions quite perfidiously. One new manager, Lars keenly joked, "Hey, George faked expenses" darkly confirming Bea's alibi.

He decided that it was time to break up with the newspaper. He'd let the relationship go on for longer than he should have because he was afraid to hurt the paper's feelings.

"John Jacob Jinglemeyer Schmidt... His name is my name too..." woke him from a fitful dream. It didn't help that his name was John Jacob Jinglemeyer Schmidt. John opened the window

This is the day I thought we were going to go on holidays but for some reason things changed. What do I do now? I didn't plan to be back at work so quickly. How do I tell the boss

There she is, black and white, walking through his garden - again. "She is not supposed to be here," he growled, "I warned her before." The back door is open, but she doesn't

He was bloated bald-headed man who like Copenhagan and Bull Terriers. Not at the same time of course. He drove a silver Honda fit like a bat out of Hell. He wanted to be the

Galaxies bloomed like flowers on dark matter stalks, but little did their tiny denizens know of the strange cultures that thrived along the hidden transit corridors. Tourists

I once made it all the way Main Boss of the Internet.

The Brown Plaid Spinach was "only" a cover band, but most of their covers put the originals to shame. Marty Edgers' worm-eaten Gretsch had something to do with it, haunted by the g

My pants lay across the bed. It was morning and the light was shining slowly through the blinds. It was 7:30, time for me to get ready and go to work. But today I didn't want to.

That ginger had stolen my soul. There was no other explanation for it. I felt only misery & pain. Even though nobody knew how to retrieve a soul from a ginger, I was determined.

The Syder's of Hanover Cheddar Cheese Pretzel Sandwiches were all gone. Oglaf.com would not load for some mysterious reason. Worst of all, his desire to finally lay to rest his

...Join and be an Army of One!" I was swayed by the recruitment poster and signed up. Little did I know it was the Swiss Army where they do things differently...

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. Justice? You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law. Sheriff Burton unholstered his Colt

Captain Carpathia was, to put it mildly, not one of the A-list superheroes. Sure, he had an origin story (something that involved a radioactive toilet plunger and a goat named

I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something & knowing something. I held little of the claim that knowing somethings real name gave you control over it