"If you torture me, you're no better than me!" he said, pleading with his eyes and panicking at his reversal of fortune. The cattle prod was in my hand now. "I'm not trying to be"

Kevin gave up trying to punch and charged her. Trying to dance out of the way, Iris’s emotions got the best of her and she kicked helplessly into Kevin’s chest.

Dear Abby, I am writing to ask about my husband's fetish. He likes to have me put on heels and a chimp mask, and call him Cornelius. What does it mean? Sincerely, LessThanZira

The shy water sparkled, dancing with joy in the forsaken sunlight. Underneath the old oak tree she felt content sitting in silence, letting her eyes wander from water to sky. It

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J. ZZ Top? She's got legs meets 99 problems

Danny flipped on the siren and lights and pulled onto the road. He recognized Jack's car and knew that Jack had to be stopped at all costs. Two days ago

I’m not a big fan of Orson Scott Card’s writing as I found Ender’s Game to be more Heinlein wannabe than a solid read.

"please sir, i do believe you are sitting on my hand" "oh sorry old chap i didnt realise you were there, i was too busy...

I patted the freshly made dirt mound with the back of my shovel. As returned the shovel to my trunk and climbed into my car I felt little remorse. After all, that bastard had

There's nothing like a good bowl of chicken noodle soup when the wind is howling outside. I ladled out an extra-large helping and sat down to savor it, when I heard a knock at the

It was a sunny day and everything was going out perfectly until it happened. She didn't know it could happen to her, she's pregnant. Oh, no, only sixteen, what was she supposed to

I pulled off my gas mask. The air was stale but breathable. I looked pass the craters to the horizon. There, in the distance, was the worn red flag. I lined up my driver. The ball

As the curtain rose on the opening night of "A Folded Story", Richard, watching from the wings, awaited his cue to burst in with a completely unexpected line. Suddenly, he was

The worms go in, the worms go out.

Fuddlewacker! That's the only thing I could think of at the sight of it. My uncle's catch-himself-cursing word. Fifteen eggs perfectly balanced in a pyramid defied explanation.

The insane pastry chef slapped his bow-legged assistant. "What took you so long?" He grabbed the apple-fritter and set inside the Beast's chest. It was a doughnut Frankenstein

From my usual table in th back corner of the Starbucks. I looked over my MacBook at the hipsters and breeder moms and resumed work on my manifesto, "Greed, God, and

"DAH-BEE-DUS." And with that latest failed attempt at enunciation, Wilford Brimley's agitated speech coach stormed out of the trailer and moved on with her life.

After reading about how starving fruit flies and nematodes made them live longer, I decided to try extending the longevity of