It was just me and Budweiser on Green Street, waiting for the girls to show. Johnny Cash was singing about roses and

You will need: 5 helium balloons, 3 packs of mentos, 2 bottles of fanta (grape works best) a lawn chair, a 9 iron. Mix

It's Friday afternoon and all I am doing is staring at the piles of work on my desk. My thoughts keep turning to this

I remember the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels as I inched the car up the driveway. I could smell

I voted today.

There once was a website that was very similar to my own.

Piotr, Pedro, Peder, Peter...none of these rhymed with psychopath, but that's the first thing Pete thought of when he said his own name. Was it his fault he had a talent for

I use oven cleaner and a brass-bristle brush on mine until all the blackened crust and rancid oily residue solids are removed. Then, I gently dab it dry with a ShamWow Shammie.

50, 60 , 70, 80 and slam into fifth gear. Wind smacked him in the face, including a sea gull which bounced off his helmet. He angled higher, and then gritted his dentures. Now

The pianist sat naked at her keyboard and began to play. The crowd which had been scandalized by her nudity only a moment ago fell transfixed only by her fingers. Notes resonated

He blasted outside. He was shirtless with his sweats stuffed into gortex work boots. He had a fur hat on. He yelled for his son. Lunch was on and he was serving moose stew

Then he gave me the look that only a father can give his daughter. It’s the look that says “I carried you on my shoulders. I put a band-aid on your knee. I just want this one favor

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

They say that the head stays alive for two minutes after it's been decapitated. The lack of this knowledge was the cause for Bob's mild confusion as he sailed over the edge of

Every single box in the toy store now had all of the pertinent information in English and Spanish. The way he could tell the expensive ones from the cheap ones, they had French too

The pistol unsheathed itself from his pocket. He never fired it, but waved it around and pointed it when his telekinesis blasted away his enemies. Ballistics would never find a

Cannon balls was a euphemism that'd backfired back into his face. Cassandra wasn't the type of woman to let such a claim go unverified and her cutlass ensured a docile subject for

She meandered down the aisles, looking for that perfect gift. It had to be strong, but elegant. Versatile and unique. She frowned. There were so many options at Spatula City...

The only thing worse than waking up dead in the morning is

The open road beckoned, as it always did this time of year. Long silver ribbons of open highway curved like the small of her back, beckoning a soft touch, a lingering glance.