She let out a strangled cry as a furry hand gripped her forearm. It sure didn't feel like a dream, but she couldn't recall anything that had hairy hands and opposable thumbs.

"The gate is closing!" screamed the henchman, kicking his legs giddily as he waves his arms in a triumphant stance. He was probably even more excited than the actual participants.

Barty, as the locals called him, round as he was tall and lived on the grounds of the oldest monastery in Britain. When he didn't show up for Mass, the town took notice.

The world is my oyster.

Prince Chastain summoned us to his council room, under a card table draped with blankets. Electric candles flickered in the corners as we crowded in. A larger venue

If you're reading this sentence, it means I'm likely dead.

Quantum Gent exiled himself from the Cosmos after a stray thought had turned Galaxy X32 into a whirlpool of dead suns. For the sake of existence itself he had to sort out

Ipswich was the closest station to the little, ramshackle cottage Lorna's aunt called "home". A thatched roof that seemed to leak even on sunny days and a damp smell of mildew

On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a lone chicken nugget floating aimlessly through space.

Stale milk dripped from the walls and the ceiling smelled as if it were made from dung. One day, after the triple-eared guard gave me my food, I finalised my escape plans.

David Letterman's Top 10 Reasons Why Hillary Clinton Will Win The Presidency: #10: Unlike her male counterparts, she actually grew a pair.

Thirty years after the Firestorm, the Terrors & the Winter, those of us who were selected for the Shelter prepared to embark. Radiation was down, we were assured by first Speaker,

It wasn't the time to stand there. I needed to move, and quickly.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just really like swords!" I stammered. "You killed 19 people!" My friend, Frank, bellowed. I couldn't help it. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It wasn't my intention to break my leg on my wedding day. It was just convenient that it happened when I decided I no longer wanted to marry her.

"Feather me this, feather me that. The feather weaver has got your back," the madman chuckled, his arms frollicking and his eyebrows dancing. There were feathers... everywhere.

His mind was wandering as their footsteps echoed on the metal catwalks.

"Are you sure this isn't explosive?" Rick asked. "I never said it wasn't," Alice stated coldly, standing at a safe distance from the

This summer I

Every night the brain eating clown would visit. You see he has been hiding in my closet and