Resident of the Moon wouldn't have been Amanda Widdershins' first choice, but the people of Earth were so noisy these days. She looked around at her sparse habitat. It was fine. S

"Rabbits don't fly. Eagles don't swim. Ducks look funny trying to climb. Squirrels don't have feathers. Stop comparing. There's plenty of room in the forest!" Mr. Fox & his running

A pneumatic odour was in the air when Psulus woke up. And he couldn't stop sneezing. His monocle fell off and shattered into 6,,900 pieces. Would the dog eat them? Leia watched as

The butterfly landed on the flower, it's wings threatening to sail away in the wind. But the ant, in the stamen looked up and said something really harsh. "Is it true that

Living on the shelf in Lindsay's closet was tough on poor little teddy bear, Button. He was so alone. Lindsay was now 16 and she didn't need teddy bears anymore. Button missed it.

"Sir, please calm down. This car is bullet proof." The driver slipped his sunglasses on and shut the little sliding door that separated him from the rest of the hummer.

you should take a deep breath

How fast is your heart beating right now?

The AI-blues guitarist Arahang 37X began to appear in town squares and hospital lobbies, using incarnation tech from the 30th Iteration. He was almost foxy and seemed troubled, but

Feeling challenged to begin a story that doesn't contain the "p word" I transport you to a planet inhabited only a species of sentient vegetatively propagating flatworms: Flatland.

"With fire magic, the latin-y words don't make you catch fire; rather, magic shifts our timeline to one in which you'd happen to catch fire via other means. So you see, Your Honor,

That night, I had a psychedelic, drug-induced dream. A cold sweat broke out across my skin as the nightmarish, shadow puppet-like images played against the canvas of my mind.

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It's always the dude with the monster schlong that wants to hit the nudie beach. But I guess that's how the world works; play to your strengths. So the seven of us ended up on a

Buttercup. Yellow. Sun. Ra. Cleopatra. Asp. Stripes. Tiger. Burning. Symmetry. Circle. Egg. Sperm. Tadpole. Croak. Crickets. Wickets. Grass. Daisy. Buttercup.

The stench of drunken lowlives drifted through the tavern, drenching everything in a mist of putrid scents. Corran sat in the back, keeping an eye on everything. So far, nothing.

Aristocrats from all around gathered in Kensington Hall to determine whose china was gleamiest. Madam Paddingston set her chip-and-dip serving china on the judging table. Gasps of

"Are you crazy? You want to name our group after a strap-on? You think this is a joke don't you. Are you on something? Christ Don, you want to go back to writing jingles for

Mr. Cheetah boasted he could sleep through a riot going on outside, but this riot was one he couldn't sleep through. His sleeping pill helped somewhat, but he left the radio on.

I'm Alice. Leaving in an inn. An abandonned inn, full of doors. Which one is the wright? What if I opoen the wrong door? The green one catches my eye. I go through it and a big rat