Hi, I'm Bill. I'm a pretty regular guy I suppose. I mean, I was the Ratgod there for a while and my imaginary friend Jack and I did kill Kennedy. But I had to give up being Ratgod

Do animal have languages?

I stood alone in a crowded place, a sprawling old mansion in a cramped part of town. Houses in northside had room for perhaps a tree, or a little driveway in the front yard, but...

Either I'd been reading too much Douglas Adams lately, or there was really a guy extending his hand to me and introducing himself with:'Hi, my name is Iphone'. 'Sure, and the Earth

There is a lack of stories about Gargoyles and pigeons. Perhaps because the two are far too busy fighting to detail their chronicles. This is the story of a little stone boy name

The wall.

It wasn't my imagination-the fungus was real. I had seen it before in my Nana's attic and in the old barn on Whitmore. I recognized its color variations, blue and red twisted veins

She gave him a watch-chain. "I had to sell my hair." she sighed. He passed her his present. "How ironic, here are some coupons for Great Clips. Look at the time, gotta go."

With a Wilhelm scream, he tripped off the balcony of his Frank Lloyd Wright mansion in the Hills. The butler rushed to the french doors and saw that the railing

Sometimes it's just too easy. Like retrieving sugar-infused confections from a miniature fledgling human. All you have to do is spend 8 hours a day for 5 days a week for 30 years

I scream, as for the thousandth time in the past 3 months I see Jake get killed. This time he gets shot in the head. I wish it would stop. I have seen him die too many ways. I miss

M.C. Hammer decided it was his turn to make an energy drink. The only problem was that no one took his calls. He wanted to call his drink "5 Hour Hammer Time" or something

Woops. Here we are with two blank lines staring at me and I have no ideas! Hmm. Let's do a story about a twopence. We can begin with that lady who sells birdseed for twopence a bag

The man was getting slapped by his friend, due too betraying him of not giving him his 50% income that they both got when robbing a bank,suddenly, a vampire came from nowhere......

There it was again. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. A steady two beat rhythm. Like a giant heartbeat, or the drumbeat of an encroaching army, marching just out of sight, but heard for miles.

"Coop, that emu said something to you, didn't it?" Agent Cooper said, "Harry, I'm sorry but I can neither confirm nor deny that. In forty-five days something might occur that will

"This bench is dedicated to Theodore Ipswitch who hated this park and everyone in it."

The reason I was sick on Thursday was because of an incident on Friday which took so much soul out of me that it's effects were felt the day before the cause.

Sally was starting to panic about lima beans. She knew they existed, both canned and frozen, but the stores had never heard of them, and Google turned up nothing. Was she going

How many times I had envisioned this moment, never had I thought it would take the turn as it had. Would he really read the letter out loud in front of all these strangers?