Baked goods were only one thing she could do. The owner of her building wondered how her gas bills could be so low, but fresh donuts had dulled his will to dig. Pyrokinetics did

She sat squinting at the muted commercial. She loved car commercials. Then she farted on the couch and it sounded like a sea gull under a blanket. Then

I am a condescending CNN news anchor looking for a partner to suffocate with my

A Limp Bizkit umbrella group chomped a pita in opposition to McDonald's chief. Few people knew that McDonald's had their own Native American Tribe. Their casino is just

The football team had lost another one. 0 and 11. Everyone hung their helmeted heads and got on the bus. Lumpy the couch just shook his head. The fat kid in the back yelled

Cables whistled between the wings as the bi-plane dipped beneath the cloud cover. How he was going to fight an alien armada was beyond him, but the neutrino Gatling he'd stolen was

He considered himself lazy and spiritual. This is why he was a huge follower of "The Secret." All he had to do was think about stuff and it would happen. His favorite place to

He had bed-head, tight jeans, a McGriddle gut, and an iphone. He ordered a Venti Mocha Latte and paid with a "gift card." His belt had studs in it. A knotted handkerchief clung to

A third glass slid down the bar and skidded to a stop in front of him, only light clinking its predecessors. He drained it and tossed back some peanuts. When he woke up, he knew

So he went over to the station with all the goodies. He tapped nutmeg into his coffee. He squirted sugar free vanilla syrup into it. Then he poured out the creamer, thick red

He wrapped her head in syran wrap. The chains kept her legs and arms to the bed. He watched her eyes. When they started to droop, he opened a mouth hole. He resuscitated her. She

Jaimie cleaned his mustache. His reflection said FRAUD. Big fraud. He and Adam were world-famous, but no one knew. No one knew they were lovers. The audience was so homophobic

Donavan stared at the wall, refusing to look at his hands. Instruments of life and death, covered in blood and tissue. He turned and struggled to process the scene before him.

The craft drifted without ripple through the sea. The outer hull maintained a frequency of vibration that made it frictionless, which prevented ripples. Its payload ravaged Captain

Prudence prudently pried prunes prodigiously from the priest's prat protruding profusely past the priest's pants.

once upon a time

The barbells were cluttered across the floor like tiny monuments to the death of his physique. Once upon a time he'd been hot as hell. Women's fingers played across his rippling ab

"Yesterday has to be taken with a grain of salt", she said in her usual, quiet demeanor. Personally, I viewed it more as a Murphy's Law situation, because that's our luck when it

The soup was good. Great in fact. The croutons in the center mixed with the heavy cream that pooled beneath it & swirled lusciously within. Maybe his favorite soup ever. "Terrible"

The Lady laughed like a mirthful child, tossing her hair and singing songs about puppies as she slowly dragged his naked body, feet-first, towards the industrial sized wood-chipper