Once upon a time in the strange land called Nujallah

Mrs. B. walked into the classroom holding a big brown box. She marched in and set it on her desk. "Who is brave enough to open it?" she asked. I walked over, opened the box and...

Monsieur, at zee Otel Ducase zee Culinary exPeriance ees completement. Here you find zee Bath. In ze Tub an enorm souffle - just add your favorit engredient ze madmosisel, he he

He stood in my backyard wading pool with his slicked back hair, chino cut-offs, Rage Against the Machine shirt, Marlboro cigarettes, and rubber-foam Hulk hands. "Miss me baby?"

e.e cummings only wrote his poetry using lowercase letters. i wonder why. maybe his poems were meant to be whispered, like a secret between me and you.

Cowboy TV is not a transvestite, he is not genocidal, and no jury has ever convicted him of anything! Instead, he is

She howled from the shadows, fingers clenched in tangled hair. Her teeth were ground to the gums and the painkillers staving off the anguish from exposed roots were wearing off.

I like milk. Always have. My cousin Lenny made fun of my latent lactose

All I could see was yellow, nothing but yellow. I started to try to look around, agine, just yellow. I looked down, I where lying on a metal hospital bed. I were wearing a simple

While normally it is difficult for me to begin writing, today was different. As I approached my keyboard hoping for a new subject, I became aware of a presence all around me.

I couldn't believe it had happened to me.

tin of red herrings, a good way to elude his pursuers, the many pampered felines he'd seduced for their jeweled collars. Tom was a catty cad, but lived life freely, sowing his oats

Homicide

I was so far away from home, and it had been getting dark. I paused to take a moment to see where I was, and that's when I felt it. The warm clammy hand wrapped around me, covering

Gary was a hero of sorts, in his own mind. He spray painted red squiggles beneath misspelled graffiti. "If bricks were built with auto-correct, I could sleep at night," he said to

"Poem for My Newlywed Wife on the Eve of Our Honeymoon: In the dark, my fart is as deadly as a shark." As my beloved lay in wait I beamed at her, deeply proud of my verse.

"I am a memory machine." he said, sitting down on the rock. "I'll tell you stories of the past, of thousands of years ago and when you are gone I will tell others about you."

Jimmy's turn to get high. He grasped the glass pipe and admired its workmanship. Someone had put some love into it. He closed his eyes and began to nod hard, shattering the pipe

Sometimes I think about it late at night. If I could, would I go back and do something different so I could be with her, forsaking this future of wife...family. I don't like the

When I got to the ranch, I found the youngest four children were keeping it running. The absence of their mother & 2 eldest sisters & an army in the forest told it's own story.