I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something & knowing something. I held little of the claim that knowing somethings real name gave you control over it

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end rasping out. "It's done. Check postbox 23 in Hamsted."

'I HATE BULLIES!Why must they exist in this world?Sometimes even though live has its problem.

She felt as if she knew this man.Surya felt like an old friend had passed but she never met him,really.She knew virtually nothing of him...virtually being the key word.

She was nauseated. Clearly the problem wasn't what she was eating. It was what she was looking at while she was eating. It would have been better if

Now I've heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord.

I got a pocket o' beans, a pocket o' beans, a pocket o' beans and a snuffy snuff snuff...

It makes sense to me. If we have astral plains then aliens have astral plains. There is no guarantee that everyone of their astral plains coincides with any of our astral plains.

He was a distinguished gentleman, sophisticated and debonair. So when his wife named their firstborn son "Porgy," he wanted to strangle her. Porgy LeMonde grew up to become a

Arik finally brought it up. "Tamara, is it true that you are secretly LX-27J?" Tamara had been bursting to tell him. "Yeah, that was me wot restarted the global Tesla power thing."

I was sitting staring into space thinking about all the dead bees. Suddenly I made the decision to do something about it. I jumped up and pulled on my trousers. Pausing only to gra

Ordinarily, I would eat my meat before eating my pudding, but on this one particular day, when Vanilla Crème was the pudding flavor, I acted extraordinarily and ate my pudding 1st.

He was bloated bald-headed man who like Copenhagan and Bull Terriers. Not at the same time of course. He drove a silver Honda fit like a bat out of Hell. He wanted to be the

why am i here

Coffee.

"Itchy face. Stom's a brewin" screeched old Aunt Esther. The rusted wheels of her scooter stalled in a pile of cat feces just as she tried to ram me. I took a drag off her cig and

Canada, where a good warm winter parka is 1000$ , and what was once affordable for the middle class is now financial suicide for most: i.e. owning a house, hard wood furniture, qua

The swords edge was as sharp as hell, the steel itself burned with the hatred of the hundreds of souls it had taken out of this world and put in the next. always it was warm to the

"It's a prawn appeal" whispered the black-eyed shrimp, "against their sentence for crimes against mollusculinity". "What?" replied the outraged reported, "But they haven't even bee

Once upon a time in a land not very far away, there lived a boy.