Thirty years after the Firestorm, the Terrors & the Winter, those of us who were selected for the Shelter prepared to embark. Radiation was down, we were assured by first Speaker,

His right hand was interlaced with her left hand and resting on her lap. She cradled their joined hands with her right hand. He wore a baseball cap & she had bright blond hair with

Unfortunately, Jim was worrying about his exams.

With hair that would set the teeth of a comb on edge, a loud shirt that would dim the neon lights of Vegas, and looking like an undernourished cockatoo, he stepped onto the stage

“Yum!” exclaimed Al. “There’s nothing like a fudgsicle!” Ed lost his composure and laughed. “Al, that’s not a fudgsicle you’re licking!” Al looked at Ed incredulously. “No, that’s

She let out a strangled cry as a furry hand gripped her forearm. It sure didn't feel like a dream, but she couldn't recall anything that had hairy hands and opposable thumbs.

So it's come to this? Ok, hand me the twinkie.

12:31PM, she needed Mediumship taken care of, by the Four of us. My usual methods did not work for thoughts, because she could not use telepathy, while Mediumship as active this l

"What have I done?" as I stood over the dead body of my friend. What have I done I repeated in mind shocked at the scene in front of me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder

Mahiedine took off his shirt in the last meters of the 3000m Steeplechase & got disqualified. Out of protest Pierre the accountant resolved to take off his shirt whenever

This grandma wanted to revive the corpse of Dean Martin for one last drink.

It was a monday morning, a school holiday ,i was still sleeping in my bed, suddenly, i heard my mother shouting' tom wake up ' but i refused to wake up and my mother use a pail of

The earwig looked around the doorframe for the last time. "Freedom," she thought, "How I've dreamed of you." All those long hours of just being another pest were finally at an end.

Shug continued his tour of the ranch. "Sorry if this is boring for a 21st century gal, Elisa." It worried him that she was only interested in "his" Orb. The Orb was friendlier than

"What matters to you, and why?" He asked me. I paused and replied: "What matters to me is most certainly the Southern California drywall strike." He looked baffled and I

El viatge d'en Joan a Holanda.

Good morning, Jim. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is

She knew that he was never coming back but she'd forgotten how long a day or a week or a month could be and how hope is so violent. So she went to a bar & found a man there who

Why live when death is inevitable?

"Say your life has no meaning. Say you're just a place-filler. Say your only reason for being here is to follow what everyone else does." That is what Herold thought when he