I’m not a big fan of Orson Scott Card’s writing as I found Ender’s Game to be more Heinlein wannabe than a solid read.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" I screamed, then paused to take a deep breath. "--aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh." My friend blinked at me. "Wow," she said.

When he woke up that morning,it was late...and he felt it was indeed much too late to try to fix anything...but when he looked over her side of the bed there was a lily and a note:

A chemistry professor went on a date and then said "wow I'm in Au" Ba dum tss

Dora the Explorer was really an Asian Boy. It was the only acting gig he could get. He tried his best to keep up the lie but

Try as he might he couldn't undo the tightly bound cords. It was clear he would either have to call for help or sleep in his shoes. What had started as joke was now

Before us, there was a whole lot of something. But it didn't matter to us, because we weren't aware. But now we are aware, we think nothing of it. Later,

"Honey, did you put anthrax in my pancakes?" I scraped them into the trashcan, her guilty stare confirming my suspicions. "That's the third time this week, dear. What's wrong?"

The fat marker bulged in his pocket. He looked around and entered the bathroom undetected. Her number was crumpled in his pocket and his hand shook as he removed it. He scrawled

I always wondered how the course of human history would have diverged had "David" not been nude. I hired a local sculptor and some Renaissance fair actors to live out my fantasy.

I readied my hand and steeled my nerves. This game of rock paper scissors was going to determine which of us was going to live.

The zombie apocalypse came, as many dreaded it would - but not to humanity. Proving that either there was no God - or that he existed and had a twisted sense of humor - squirrels

She looked out of her kitchen window.What she saw was less a lawn, more a field. Had it really been 6 months since she dragged that mower out of the shed?Well it would explain the

He sat cross legged, the way the Indian had showed him. He started the chanting. His soul lifted from his body, floated through the ceiling and into his brother's bedroom. He

Brother Wallace awoke in a strange and peculiar place. He was in a darkened room with the only light coming from a dim magenta lit hallway. "Where am I" he pondered

This is the story of Tom. Tom was a simple man. Tom was a good man. He lived his life as an ideal example for others. Everyone loved Tom. Everyone except for that vile

I turned the channel and there was it was...an " art house" film. How could this be? I didn't order this, i thought to myself...strange...

In the space of four seconds, Joey recounted his life's accomplishments. He'd had a surprisingly full life, despite only having lived to 22. The wall, and his death, were fast

So here it is 7:48 in the morning. I just took a swig of oj and apparently my fridge broke last night. It was hot and tasted like sweaty ass. Geez I wonder what the rest of the day

THE ISLAND