What a day it was turning out to be? No one had ever thought to tell him that they were going out. Strange he thought to himself, why bother at all to b e left all alone. Goodness.

TuLips Folker bent over her patient to clear the phlegm from his breathing tubes. She was a wily blonde respiratory therapist with a whole lotta snot suckin' goin' on. Armed with a

Stella Nova stacked her pancakes higher than anybody at the World Waitress Games. Juggling three plates of pancakes, two syrup jugs, and a cup of Ovaltine, she rushed towards the

She had just finished the last drop of whiskey as she slammed the bottle down onto the table. Laughing and crying all at once, her body and mind was buzzing with many thoughts.

They don't know that I'm watching them. I see everything they do. And I can hear everything they say. I've been spying on them since

I can't remember the moment it came to me...that I would be the last one. It should have been obvious and a conclusion easily derived from the first misstep, but for whatever

Wythes radiates a calm confidence, while his solid posture, tall stature and playful spirit hint more at his basketball-playing youthful past than reality: Wythes will celebrate hi

He was definitely never drinking melon liquor ever again. The number of heaves wasn't important until after the 50th or so, but the color was. They were meant to be green, but

The feathers dangling from her ears were vintage 80's, like the dream catcher from her rear view mirror. He laughed despite his murderous intent. "You sleeping in your car now?"

The black cat was a poor substitute for a broom or a wand, but you worked with what you had. A few magic words and a good lob later, the cat was doing the work of a fireball.

He sat at his computer, his mouth dropped open as he read a posting from that slut. She had posted not only the picture but a story, which left nothing to the imagination, but it

She stopped to take a shot of some swans roosting in a rice field, when suddenly the sky came alive with a cacophony of sound and flapping wings. She stood there, stunned, gaping.

Sixteen dreams later and she was getting the hang of it. Her feet left the ground and she floated up a few feet. She could see the membrane & jetted toward it, and into Jim's mind

He didn't get up to give her the seat. Screw her. Screw her and her inability to control her stomach. She used to be hot but now she was a pig. Well, he no longer had to be

In a village called Palm Spring, a nice but quite village. Live a young man called Harris Young. He just moved there and he open a small time grocery shop in a former old house.

One day Pablo was walking down the street to his local McDonalds, just as he had been every day of his life for 5 years straight. It's a wonder that he is even alive still.

Hillary Clinton giggled, "Like this?" and the Greek club owner nodded. She threw a pink plate against the floor and it shattered. She slugged back Ouzo and ankle-smashed a plate

He was racing to get in line for lunch, when Jasmine cut in front of him. She had done this every day this week and he was just sick of it.

I was trying to capture the static electricity in his hair. It was shooting it out in all directions and I was hoping for a spark. A little spark and I could increase the oxygen in

Siam's gonna be the witness to the ultimate test of cerebral fitness.