The first time Map reverted surprised the Hell out of John. The young worm thing had grown into a feisty young woman. Most teenage girls are annoying as Hell, but this mouthy one had strange, evil powers to back up her attitude. John had seen her inflict real pain and punishment on the occasions the...

Old MacDonald needs to put up a fence.

Arthur C. Clarke wrote about this already.

A financier: funds pranks and schemes and such. Hey! I'm looking for a new gang! (Thank you Always Sunny) Kibbille Columnbou: the Ship's Specialties' Officer. "Hey," snarled Columnbou, drunk as a snail, "I'm looking to join a new crew. What'd'ya think, uh?" "Well," John...

Just move it forward, now. Move it along. Move the story along and get it going. She's dead. She's dying. And she soon will be dead and dying. Here she is. Here we are here it is right here. And there she were! Her cheek was pressed wickedly into the metal grating of the floor walkway. A shadow loom...

Map as a Map (or Map's Journey as a Boy) He is a skinny young man, very boyusgh, of an indistinct age between 17 and 21. A weak, wiry blond beard is sported crazily on the chin. He is missing one tooth. His clothes give off the appearance of gray dirtiness. He sneaks into houses and explores people'...

It occurs to me that when I next re-read the Chronicles, I will see them in a new light. Flashy headline, but not much to say, I guess. I just realized that maybe the Despisor chose to send Covenant to Kevin's Watch as a means to try to trap Covenant. He chose Lena as a temptation. It also occurs to...

Devil May Cry 24! DMC : Ultimate Devolution Devil May Need a Tissue or Two The epic story detail By A Humble Mumbler ... The Devil May Cry anthology series continues to conclude! This is purportedly to be the last episode of the Last Chronicle of the last generation of Devil May Cry Game Continuum S...

A financier: funds pranks and schemes and such. Hey! I'm looking for a new gang! (Thank you Always Sunny) Kibbille Columnbou: the Ship's Specialties' Officer. "Hey," snarled Columnbou, drunk as a snail, "I'm looking to join a new crew. What'd'ya think, uh?" "Well," John...

Dear Mr. Reese, Your candy bars stink. Sincerely, The End No, sir. No, ma'am. If you will all please calm down, I will explain. This is not the end. Nor is it the beginning. Rather, this is the beginning of the end. But, before we can begin to end things, we must first end the beginning. So, let us ...

Dear Mr. Reese, Your candy bars stink. Sincerely, The End No, sir. No, ma'am. If you will all please calm down, I will explain. This is not the end. Nor is it the beginning. Rather, this is the beginning of the end. But, before we can begin to end things, we must first end the beginning. So, let us ...

It is the story of Map and John. In one rendition, Map is birthed from the amniotic wetness of John's internal intestines. That worm grows up and goes on to become a humanoid demon, full of sexual need and desire. The worm learns to hate John, and John learns to love the worm with all his heart. In ...

It is now, as of this very moment, my solemn vow to write something--er, make that anything-- for at least five mineutes time. Hey! It's Novel Nevember, yo! Whar'cha been up to anyway? I been writing an epic love story between a man and a worm! ******* And, so, it begins. Giant red skull eyes shine ...

"No doubt about it: confidence is very important when it comes to kicking a field goal. If a kicker loses his confidence, you can lose your football game. I once had a kicker, man, he missed three field goals in a row on big time Monday Night TV. I tell you what, he came to me the very next mor...

Jag You Are. [/size] Chapter One: Jag You Are "I've had enough!" shouted John. "No more! I just can't take any more!" John sobbed with grief. The worm arched it's back and bristled with laughter. Before John could experience dread, the worm manifested itself once again within Jo...

There once was a man from Omaha
Who drove to work in his car.
He was running late
But make no mistake
It's not his fault if traffic slows to a crawl.

Spinster Pothead Why write about failure? No one wants to read about failure. I made myself believe. I guess that's pretty good. I have to take the failure in stride. It's the end of the story. But I did believe. If I can make myself believe, maybe I can make other people believe. I do believe I se...

Lost Betrayals Philibusters, nutmeg, maple leaf sodas. These are the things that I thought of as I drove down St Joseph Avenue in the middle of winter. My tires were bald. Like, racing slick bald. Fuck this, fuck, fuck everything. Microbial infection in the hip area. Infestation sites include leg b...

Double Crunch [/b] Independent ore-miners. Illegitimate back room deals. Evil devil cat eyes glowing in the dark. Maybe if there was a spider who was special, she would have cat eyes. Undelivered promises. Captain John was a steadfast man. He was determined to get things right, to pay his debts, to...

A Friend Until the End Cat blank-subjected me. Fucking plucked the idea from my head. I saw her eyes glint, the fan seemed to bog down for a cycle or two, and then: nothing. Nothing what? Nothing nevermind. Nothing ill-begotten fate. Nothing ill seeming mushrooms. Nothing nothing. Nothingmore. None...