He lifted the rifle at the shooting gallery, aimed it at the carney for a joke. He pulled the trigger. The rifle kicked. Smoke from the barrel. Blood poured from the Carney's chest

It's funny how language can lead to dreams, joy and delight, or bickering, vile bile, and the toxic ectoplasm gushing out of internet sewers into the comments under news articles.

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"Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, g-" Silence blossomed like a mushroom cloud. The children's eyes did not flinch. The gun's report finally shattered the haze. Little Teddy held a 45

Day One: It’s difficult to sleep with that overhead light on…200 watts of brilliant washed-out light blazing all night, and my eyelids unable to stop the light from seeping in.

Elbow taps for air traveling women. It should be a thing that gets killed by fire. Otherwise, why bother? It has already been promised that there will be no more flooding of the wo

He took up the challenge again. Having forgotten what that was, he turned to his second and only found a third rail. He persevered and drew lots for weapons. The challenger drew pi

Jasmine smelled just like her name. I absorbed her scent and took a step into the cascading light of the furnace. "Jasmine, is it really you?" I've been waiting

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listen, bruja, I think you're approaching all this wrong...how can he even dignify that with a response? ESPECIALLY him. We gotta go stealth.

"Jake, I ... I don't know what to say!" her eyes shined as she saw the ring in my hand.

As part of The Experience you will receive a full body massage while eating a mixed meat burrito while watching a nude ballet while listening to Beethoven's Fifth while smelling

I pulled the lever, and a thousand pounds of kitten, ferret and guinea pig flew toward the enemy at hypersonic speeds. A second later a familiar crackle and hiss told me that the

Ambrose Bierce Street in San Francisco is not really a street. It's a narrow dead end alley, which seems strangely appropriate. Don Swaim calls it a "rank passageway." Would Bierce

Call me, Ishmael.

"Sorry sir, the country on this passport doesn't exist." The airport clerk hands back the document. "But I've lived there my entire life, how is that possible?" Gerald flails,

There was once a ghost. The ghost's name was Dennis. This ghost was highly curious, living in his barrel on the sidewalk. One day he saw a fedora-wearing squirrel and decided to

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It was the Japanese who discovered the benefits of deep-tissue kitty massage. A Russian Blue would walk up and down your back with claws extending and contracting. For migraines,

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