When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…

the Griot Grrrls stopped playing their distinctive brand of power progressive acoustic worldfunk at open-mics around campus

When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.

We all ran out of the house into the communal garden without fences. There stood Von Rotten with a smoking rifle in his hands, and our mascot Digger lying on his side, limp. We all looked at each other in disbelief.

We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.

"I who?" Mrs Caterpillar slithered closer to the door, peeping through the peephole with her stemma. Upon visual inspection, she discovered that it was Mr Earthworm standing outside in the rain.

I think fat will just appear, like a narcotics cop at my door, or something.

His mouth went dry, but he managed to say, coolly, “Just how would you like me to do that, Sandra?”

...oh shit...

Scribble something basic with traces of spectacular,pen every pint of pain spilled during the massacrewhittle the convoluted down to the vernacularboiled the whole story, now you got everybody crackin' upnow step back from the business like, “man, that's wack as…

Kitchen. sandwich. wife. daughter.

But no matter how we died, we all end up here, in the Meadowlark Children's Cemetery.

I can take you away, away, away.

Harris Tobiasharristob@gmail.comThe Alarm A terrible clanging in the middle of the night roused me from my bed. I put on some clothes and hurried into the street there to mingle with my bleary eyed neighbors. At first we thought it was a fire but there was…

I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.