A hard-boiled egg was set before him. The shell was fragmented. Gently he began to peel it, one shard at a time.

Whirling clouds of black smoke danced across the plains, as if it was an ordinary day in Hades. But this wasn't Hades. And this was no ordinary day.

Beauty tightrope walked into the Parisian jail to break Beast out on a false murder charge; she'd dropped the teacup by mistake. But Gaston coerced Crazy Old Maurice into aiding

Shhhh. This is the mysterious pencil place.

The titular star of 30-years of Wacky Newt videogames stood in mutual odd quiet with his longtime nemesis Stew Shark for the first time outside of work. Mutual romance flourished.

Woke up, got out of bed. Took a line of smack to the head. Found my way downstairs and drank a pint, looked outside, noticed it was light. Found my coat, grabbed my gack, made the

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

A few more seconds. A few more seconds and - if everything went according to plan - she would become a rich widow.

Jezikara of Mars appraised Rasputin with all her senses as the bearded freak stared at her. "I thought that thing was pickled in a jar on Old Earth." She reserved her Martian Sugar

He Band Jumped to the Speaker Station. They would never look for him here, the body lights aren't ever able to penetrate the sonic shells. Throwing a charge tracer into the

The USC scout stalked the talent show. He'd heard rumors of a girl who was "born to hula", and he wasn't one to pass up a chance at a prodigy. Just last year, a hopscotch prodigy

On a cold January day it started to snow, and school was cancelled. Jeff and his friends took the opportunity to go down to the local park to go sledding.

Es el amor acaso una ilusión que no nos permite ver la realidad de la crueldad y lo macabro que es el mundo? Ésta quizá es la visión de alguien enfermamente desesperanzado

Maurice was saddened to discover that the moist toilette market was already saturated. It had been his dream since childhood to

Is there anyone out there who can help me write a surrealist poem?

In the Zenbook™ halls, the zen students pounded their laptops on their chest while chanting "less is more". Master Shih strode in for his motivational powerpoint presentation.

When you're russian for food, there is no time for Stalin. KGB.

Mr. Paddock loved pickled herring sandwiches. He'd eat them with "sailor bread" and drink raspberry soda. Because he never brushed his teeth they were fishy and red.

Dave and Flip Floimhaven Flanderhoff were good-natured idiots, but idiots nonetheless. Dave's dad's company devised a time machine, and the two dressed as animals to fight the Nazi

When the war ended, Derek left the army and spent his war pension on plastic surgery. At first