I'm a playa at heart; 'cause playahs don't part, it's an art script'n rhymes with auditory arc.

I never quite understood the middle aged woman two doors down. She wore jeans that were ten years old, and collected boxes of macaroni and cheese.

You are a molecule of water (in liquid form) floating along happily in the ocean when suddenly……….

She missed her sister a lot...Almost every day in fact...but she'd resolved that today would be different. Today she had scope and a much closer shot. Plus her sister was wearing

I hopped on the Bixi bike just after midnight with a belly full of Chateauneuf-du-Pape. At least there was a

The office was full of boxes four months after they'd settled in. He knew the last of them contained a point of contention and he was in no hurry to reach it. Memories fade, but

The crowd cheered as the speaker appeared in a dark blue suit. No one knew the topic of her speech or the impact it would have on their future.

The guitar was used to communicate with the other spy. The location of debriefing was the Guitar Center. He would come in and noodle "Hotel California," while the "cashier" trans

Baked goods were only one thing she could do. The owner of her building wondered how her gas bills could be so low, but fresh donuts had dulled his will to dig. Pyrokinetics did

He opened his drawer and presented me a folder containing more than just a few pages. "The higher ups already made their decisions. All you have to do—all you can do—is sign it.”

The Dalai Lama was stuck. He had been invited out of warmth & compassion. But his monkly honed instincts told him not to. Compassion = happiness, so he sat down at the poker table

Didn't know you had one. You should have put it back. You have the warmth of a ketchup bottle at Denny's. Well go ahead and try. Just try. I'd like to see you give this

Let me tell you, being Noah's neighbors on the cul de sac is no picnic. All that builder racket, and I know for a FACT that that friggin ark is one cubit into my lawn. I've a good

And another thing that really yanks on my corset strings is bears. Ants and bears to be precise. And wide mouthed frogs.

Reading Dune in the back a Disel station wagon driving through Kansas on a Summer road trip to visit my Grandmother in Lincoln, Nebraska. I am one with this book.

Just as expected, Keith Richard's came into the Barnes & Noble. He had his guitar. He lit a cigarette, inside the store. Becky swallowed hard. No one said anything. He said, "Read

There once lived a gnome. One day he...

I'm trying this out to see how it works.

He rolled, bursting from the burning house at an unadvisable speed. A unfortunately placed stone connected with his foot and he flew forward skidding across the dirt with a crunch.

Too many hours online had begun to take their toll on him. His obsessive gazing of 4chan & internet memes had reduced his once vast vocabulary to that of a LOLcat. "Ohai!" he said,