Friday, February 22, 2013
It Runs On What?
The alien ship dominated the sky. Stretching nearly from horizon to horizon it overwhelmed the senses. Its appearance was almost as puzzling as its place of first contact. Nearly every Costco had a similar ship hovering over it. Who knew these things would run on enormous quantities of diet mayo?
Friday, February 15, 2013
Hey Mon, You Feel A Draft?
It was at reggae shows that he missed his hair the most. Drinking Red Stripe, swinging your head and swaying to the beat were in his most cherished memories. He never thought he'd lament the loss of something (supposedly) so frivolous. Oh well, maybe the chemo would work this time.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Show Dragon
The last dragon heaved a sulpherous sigh and tried to find a more comfortable position. A victim of their own success (and a very good press agent) they had been hunted to extinction for their scales. They were known to spin light into ephemeral gossamer patterns. Almost time. Damn Vegas.
Friday, February 1, 2013
He Gives Them Out Like Candy
No one knew that the Vulcan nerve pinch caused cancer. Usually by time the victim regained consciousness the perpetrator was long gone. The goiters that swelled up much later pinched off blood flow, were resistant to all drugs and inevitably fatal. Spock became one of the galaxy's worst serial killers.
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