The Canadians filled their pants with a week's worth of rations and paraded around the town waving flags. They all reeked of maple syrup.
updated Jun 30, 2009 via Twitter
"I'm in Seattle," she said, her wings fluttering with excitement. He nodded, knowing what she meant, running as fast as he could to the sea.
updated Jun 27, 2009 via Twitter
All of the zombies burst into dance, arms flailing, some of those arms falling off, while a werewolf sang about it. The music was stellar.
updated Jun 26, 2009 via Twitter
It was a quiet Thursday at the pie shop besides the beeping from the pie machines, the hum of the bees & the slurps of people inhaling pie.
updated Jun 25, 2009 via Twitter
They were the zombies. The undead of Paper St. They ran the lemonade stands. They were the waitstaff at the local dive. They owned property.
updated Jun 23, 2009 via Twitter
He lifted his nose to the air, pulling in the various aromas emitting from the bakery & kabob house. He drooled a bit, wanting a sea kitten.
updated Jun 22, 2009 via Twitter
The 928 fathers remaining in the queue stood patiently, waiting for their turn to sit on Papa Father's Day's lap, lists of wishes in hand.
updated Jun 21, 2009 via Twitter
"O, hello," she said, her pale cheeks briefly flushing before returning to their natural state. He grinned, his mouth full of donuts.
updated Jun 20, 2009 via Twitter
They ran full speed down the steep hill, screaming with glee, arms flailing in the air. "Follow me to the end of the earth," she whispered.
updated Jun 19, 2009 via Twitter
It was horribly cold outside. Actually it was hot like the inside of a moist mouth filled with damp cotton balls. She made a wish, sighing.
updated Jun 18, 2009 via Twitter
She was a "girl" robot. So was "she." They loved each other like 2 robots love microchips. But "he" was a toaster, & they both loved toast.
updated Jun 17, 2009 via Twitter
A boy cracked an egg on the hot sidewalk, watching the sun yellow yolk sizzle & pop. A pedestrian smiled, pulling hashbrowns from her purse.
updated Jun 16, 2009 via Twitter
He wore his pants backwards in hopes of saying something. Not with words, but with his pants. Something loud and meaningful. With his pants.
updated Jun 15, 2009 via Twitter
He thought he had eaten marshmallows, but they weren't the white, sugary puffs he loved. His mouth was filled with bunnies dipped in sugar.
updated Jun 14, 2009 via Twitter
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updated Jun 13, 2009 via Twitter
They took the mushrooms out of the fridge, stacking them ever-so-carefully. The small blue guys watched, minds racing about the new suburb.
updated Jun 13, 2009 via Twitter
They took the mushrooms out of the fridge, stacking them ever-so-carefully. The small blue guys watched, minds racing about the new suburb.
updated Jun 13, 2009 via Twitter
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updated Jun 13, 2009 via Twitter