It was amazing, that a lost tribe dwelled in the center of Nickolodeon's amusement park at the Mall of America. They were discovered when

Returning, the stream took too long to recall itself. It had just passed Nostalgia and was approaching the Cliffs of Regret. The Cliffs of Insanity were much more north and in anot

"The problem with collaboration," she smiled over her glasses, "is that a G-rated thought can easily be spiked with an x-rated intent. How do we capitalize on such unintended

I was walking down the beach, soaking in the summer, salty air when my phone rang. It was unexpected. It whipped me out of my day dreaming. I quickly go to answer it and I was shoc

There once was a man from Nantucket

The Great Bird Rebellion was set off by overcrowding. 24 birds in a pie! That's not even enough room to think much less move. Their first kill was the baker, then they went after

I have to include my part of the science report before the conference began!

Joe slipped off his slippers and Mildred set her revolver on the nightstand. They tucked in and kissed goodnight. They hoped it would be a peaceful one, after that damn Bridge tour

Seven below zero and still the daisies find a way to blossom -- stuck like a pento in the lake frost during the Winter festival...that's where they found her.

She painstakingly removed the outer shell with an xacto knife and the lid of an old pen. Times were tough at Science Beat magazine, but an alien first contact like this would get

"What's black and white and red all over?"

Remember, remember, remember... (write it down, where's a pencil?) FIRST: Underwear. (and then) SECONDLY: Pants.

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

They stepped off the train only to stand in wonder. It had been a long time in the making to get to where they were today. Little fingers enclosed his large ones and

Hot fat and delirium congealed somewhere at the base of his skull. The time of magic and will had given way to a chaos unanticipated by the great tomes. To be undone by a pan of

He slipped into the room, invisible yet again. No one knew him. No one saw him. No one cared. He smiled briefly, allowing himself the modicum of joy. His anonymity served him well.

Regrets, we all have them. One in particular haunts me day and night. It all stems back to April '82. The wanton urge

The air was chill. Silence filled the empty night.

I had no idea what I was doing, fashion design was obviously not my calling.Plus, my boss was the devil herself.

If I were a bird I'd fly away.