"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

Coffee.

why am i here

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

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.

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

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."

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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 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

Vlastomil Keithley cringed when his early paintings came up for auction. Even worse, someone was curating a retrospective of Vlastomil's "Huffy" and "Lame" period paintings. Psych

it's something new for us to create.

It took three well-placed shots in the forehead before the creature fell to the ground. There it writhed, twisting and turning, before finally going dormant.

It was a beautiful morning when my ferry docked on Whale Island. I was Greeted by a strong sea breeze and the eager,high-pitched speak of Mercury Whale.the island mailman.