Por fin se acercaba la gran fiesta de fin de Año

I knew I wasn’t going to get far so I drove two miles down the road and then off into an old factory road that had been abandoned for ten years. There was a bar blocking the way,

A silence washed over the crowd. They had gathered to watch the lethal injection of the most hated criminal in American history. "Any last words words?" asked the executioner.

prodigious was the word she used to describe her ability to procreate with any member of the male species that she so much as looked at, slut was the four letter word that I would

Jerry lept to his feet. No one would call him

'All in a day's work,' he said pleasantly, and threw the glue-stick in the bin. Little Bobby breathed in and immediately sneezed. A large sticky mass flew out of his nose and

The crates held everything that was important to him. The rooms were empty and waiting to be vacated and he'd stuffed what was left of his family into the crates. His new life'd be

Lara felt a drip of sweat trickle down her back, her pulse pounding in her ears. "Now listen here, sweetcheeks, I ain't playing none of your little games" said Barry Fluff

The plastic Easter egg seemed like as good a place as any to hide the power of creation. He couldn't take it into the crack house with him, could he? He tucked it into a hole in

Everyone's heard the stories, the vampire myths and other monster stories. Everyone knows their made up tales passed down for generations. Does anyone know the true monsters though

His son came to him with a picture of a family, in crayon, holding hands in front of a box house with a smiling yellow sun. His dad hawked a loogey and spat it right on the drawing

yh again i was late mr still never warms to me when im late i keep saying im sorry but i keep being late i know its my fault i just need to get my self out of bed in the morning...

There she stood. Motionless. Did she really realise the consequences of what she had done? Would Detective Nose track her down like a dog and make her pay?

"If you like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain, may I suggest the English Riviera?" The travel agent stared at me solicitously. "Torquay is like St. Barts, except

"What the Hell is in an Ornage Julius, anyway?" The customer was clealry a torublemaker, so Inez threw him her most savage look. "You want one, or not?" She began tapping her foot.

Jack was a jack of many trades. Ex-miner, ex-pirate, ex-mercenary - the list was not full. It did not include, for instance, a number of ex-friends, that were possessed by a desire

there was a cat. his name was jose. he was japanese. and yes i'm saying was...because he lost all his nine lives like....a couple minutes ago. i dont like cats...

The road was creepy, just a path through the woods. Trees blocked the sun out, even at noon it was dark. Winding around until you come to the wooden bridge, but under the bridge

I snuck to the driver’s side of her giant Dodge and popped the hood. I slid out from behind the wheel and pushed the hood release completely and pushed it up.

I wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman or a kid and he was asking me to do both, never mind his double negative. It was a definite weak spot on my “bad motherfucker” resume.