Tonight Octopus.

Bulbous ping-pong balls stared me in the face. "Time to get up Jake!" said the sock.

We all turned on our nightvision. I hoisted my MK18 as he signaled the countdown. "Go! Go! Go!" I whispered as we rushed the door. What was on the other side surprised

Margins in art textbooks are intended for doodles, not notes. As "Italia: Dove i Nudi Sono Grandi" was handed down annually, its stunning pen collaboration outstripped "David" and

The fog came in on little cat feet. The sleet of the night before had slipped away on its belly, leaving a wet trail behind it. The ocean murmured like a thousand muttering

Hang gliding in the nude, Frank mused, was fine in theory. But in practice it was downright chilly and the wind created an extremely uncomfortable sensation in his

Wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, & gluttony. Quirly Quinn drew a line beside the list. He'd been on the winning side of every deal he'd ever bargained &decided to tempt Sata

What are you looking at? Strike a pose. Vogue.

I guess we all change sometimes. Some for better & some for worse. Here's a story of a rich boy Tony I knew for many years who turned into a stitched up boxer with cauliflower ears

"I am the oldest Folder," he lamented into his empty Scotch tumbler. The pistol lay on the desk before him, it's barrel pointing towards the photograph in the cheap brass frame.

A soft cheek stroke followed by sharp fingernail gouge to the inner nose. The nighttime screaming. The daytime crying. The defecation. Always the defecation.

What about that volcano under Yellowstone Park? Or the volcano in La Palma in the Atlantic? If we're all doomed should I just get take away food tonight?

You were in your space station, surrounded by obedient cyborgs, when the end of this galaxy came on like a Pink Floyd song. The event horizon sparkled out at the edge and

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Sometimes, I sit and think about all the things that need to be written. The words flow down my arms, over my elbows and through the ends of my fingers to emerge outside my body on

Ziiiiing! Oooomph. Ahhhrggghhh! Wump. Wimper. Wumpwump.

Well, what did you think would happen if you just took a bunch of strangers and let them write whatever they want to each other. All willy nilly with no direction or consequences?

DarkMaster must have cast a spell on the Broncos, 'cause right now, they're suckin' pretty bad.

Once upon a time, there was a circle named Juliet.

The creatures in the deep blue sea are fascinating! Sharks have big sharp teeth, they use them to catch their prey