It started off innocently enough, as most of these situations do. I was in the cereal aisle, looking for the Kellogg's Corn Flakes, when I saw her approaching the Pop-Tarts.

Blink 182 was over as a band. They'd hated each other ever since they'd hit pay dirt because every single one of them thought they were the secret genius behind the music but

the girl took the elephant by the hand and led him to the water. he drank until he has quenched his thirst, after all running across africa can get quite tiring

Good friends, cheap wine. Knowing I'm leaving all the while

He was hot, she was fugly, together they made

Either I'd been reading too much Douglas Adams lately, or there was really a guy extending his hand to me and introducing himself with:'Hi, my name is Iphone'. 'Sure, and the Earth

The gay man looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I'm so happy."

The Gecko turned to Obama and said, "Listen Chap, I put a lot of cash in your war chest a few years ago. All I want is for the government to approve my buying Farmer's insurance

Zed would never be confused for a smart boy, but he had all his faculties and was good with his hands. It just so happened that on this fateful day in August, Zed's concentration

"One man's trash..." was the slogan of Landfill Days, my town's response to waste accumulation. Everyone came for BYOB Tuesday and stayed for the games, like Find the Needle in The

Shortly after Psychic Eddie opened his Psychic Spa, the reactions and feedback of viewers were intense, both in support and condemnation of

I had a dream that I was covering in whip cream and Pamela Anderson was there ready to lick it off, but before she could her tongue transformed into a

Santa Claus is coming to town, said Herman the Hermit to Alice who was looking at the Looking glass. Alice pretended not to hear so Herman started singing it out loud.

Angels have names and, it is said, calling on the name calls on its power. If that were true,

The other day i was walking down my neighborhood when someone started.....

Ernest Hemingway sat quietly on the shores of a trout stream in southern Idaho. Everything he saw was delivered to his brain clipped and terse. The water was blue. The fish

And it began. Not the way she had expected it to but with slow burn of momentum. Covering everything she knew to be important, her story woulf break new ground, would open doors.

I'm what you call an hacker-for-hire . While on a job to hack Sony's new Wii projects, I hit the motherload when I discovered the "Wii-X" games never intended for the mass market

The Maffia boss opened the box. There it was. Malanari's head, coated in chocolate. Dark Chocolate. He lifted the head and took a bite. It was Easter after all.

The green glow faded, and my vision returned to the world. I was standing among a vast grassy field, nothing else in sight except... someone walking towards me in the distance.