Luke was walking down the dark alley home

Luke was walking down the dark alley home late at night. He had just came home from a party when a howl of a wolf was heard.Attempting to get home as fast as possible he ran.Then..

a delicately floating head. One that resembled Luke's hated third grade teacher, Ms. Warrick, with her ruddy cheeks and all-too-precious ringlets. But this ghostly visage was spe

Speaking through a straw, attached to a breathalyzer machine rigged to translate gargles to human speech.

The effect was interesting but incomprehensible nonetheless. I moved on and found a tree who's veins had been connected to a stereo player. The resulting sound was like

Boyzone—sappy and a little bit too old. I covered my ears and focused my thoughts on the task ahead. Tonight I would have to destroy this place before

it destroyed the last vestiges of my creativity. I set to work right away & laid a trail of decomposing wood chips from a termite mound in the woods to the Boyzone building's fouda

Tion and built a whole new house. I took three deep breaths before each stroke of my silver hammer. The blueprint included folding stories. Each folded line = 1 nail hammered into

a dream. But some dreams are too big to get nailed by a single nail. So sometimes I have to use straps and tendons and foibles, my own or somebody else's. Take for instance the 1st

story I ever folded. I had big dreams for that story, and thought I'd nailed it. Then I saw my glaring typos in the finished product and wept hot tears of shame. But eh, I lived.