“Hmmmmmmmmm,” said Frederick, leaning back in his chair ( Read more... )

Pedro recieved a solid thwack on the back of his head, and he fell forward onto the chopping block. All went black, but it was the sort of black when you close your eyes, with the fuzzy, undiscribable visions dancing on the back of your eyelids, so it wasn't really black black. Not to mention, sounds around him were still muffled, or at least ( Read more... )

Explosions and gunfire rocked the background as Murphy crouched behind a wooden crate. As he frantically tried to reload his assult rifle of sorts, he pondered how one man could cause this much mayhem. Then, a thought struck him ( Read more... )

Every joint in Xander's body froze. The hairs on the back of his neck jutted fiercly into the air, and the hairs on his arms stood at attention. His pupils contracted. A book series by R. L. Stine broke out all over his body. The knuckles on his curled hands whitened, and his teeth clentched together, and his ears pulled back ( Read more... )

My life on the coast had returned to normal since the incident with the mermaid, and I had taken to exploring the coves that were just around the edge of the bay to the east of my small home. My complete failure to understand how tides work at all sent me scurrying off before I would've liked to on many occasions, and once I had to swim ashore ( Read more... )

Lightning crashed and thunder rolled, and a downpour of rain drenched the city. A flick of light in an alley lit a cigar, and it glowed a bright orange. Rain spattered on Montgomery Moneybags, the infamous robot bank robber, but he cared not. He had been plated with rust-proof metal years ago. Not to mention, his water-proof business suit he wore ( Read more... )

Sounds and colors swirled around in her head, accellerating in both speed and volume. A tugging at her brain, as though hooked on a line like a fish, was pulling her, back, down, into the darkness, that was somehow so black and yet so full of color and sound. Her breath caught, she reached up, but kept getting pulled down, down into the depths ( Read more... )

Mr. Claus sat at his desk, milling over his usual stacks of papers and forms as he always does this time of year. The desk was gigantic, a gift from the Winter Warlock who lived in the Winter Mountains. Made of a mysterious wood, it was twisted and curled and polisehd to a sheen, with magical comparments that would spring open when need be, or flip ( Read more... )

Everyone remember this? Well I'm doing it now because I am BEHIND the TIMES!!! And also I'm bored ( Read more... )

The Sloth is a timid creature, low in intellegence and slow in speed. However, because of this retard in motion, they meticulously plan every move they make many minutes before it is put into action. I would say that they swing from tree to tree, but something traveling slower than the common garden snail is hardly worthy of such a jaunty word. ' ( Read more... )