This story comes from Mary Jo. Thanks!
The busy holiday shopping season is nearly upon us.
Black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving) is only two days away, and the vibe at stores in nearly palpable. I want so much to be a part of it, yet know that I don’t need that anxiety and stress in my life.
What should I do?
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The bear pounced on my back, seemingly from out of nowhere. Its arms wrapped around my body. I thought there was no escape. Somehow I wrestled it to the ground and forced it into submission. I cheered until the stockboy told me that since I ripped its sides, I had to buy the stuffed bear.
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Through bleary eyes, Arch poured over the subpoenaed documents. He knew everything about the Christmas party, Gwen Dreeser’s cancer and Marcus Proost’s baby. There were tired email jokes, virus warnings and bogus consumer product recalls, but there was nothing about –
Wait… Bingo!
FROM: Robert Peterson
RE: Origins/AMSYX Merger [CONFIDENTIAL]
Arch had made his case.
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He opened the blind and peered out into the dark street, it’s features barely visible by the dying streetlight.
Something was moving out there, he couldn’t see it but he knew it was there. Watching. Watching him. Watching his every move until it decided it was time to end the watching and begin it’s work.
The thief frantically moved his tools within the lock. Sweat was dripping off his nose. With each passing moment he knew that the guards were marching closer. He had to get through this door before the ogres caught the musty scent passed through his perspiration. Finally he heard the click and rapidly turned the handle.
Sirens sounded at the museum. The diamonds have been stolen! Police were seeking a blue van.
Rookie patrolman Joe Mango stopped a slow-moving van at his roadblock. He opened the back and was met with a heavenly buttercream scent.
He okayed the driver, who looked innocent enough. Besides, who would mess with someone’s wedding cake?
This story has been submitted by Ted, thank you for the story Ted
He can’t believe what he just saw. It was Horrible.
The stunned crowd stood in silence. It was Horrible.
Reporters shook their heads as they whispered to each other. It was Horrible.
He looked at his ticket. A faint smile adorned his face. It was Horrible.
Against enormous odds, Horrible just won the Kentucky Derby.
Weakened but alive, Brazzk entered the blue planet, looking for a suitable being to nurture him. He found a creature whose biology was hospitable to his needs. He planned to be a symbiont only for a short time.
Unfortunately, the duck was sick and could not tolerate hosting him. Brazzk barely escaped with his life.
[Source: San Francisco Chronicle]
Brazzk flew his ship through the planet’s thick clouds, searching for the secret landing pad hidden on the Maxwell Montes.
Gwarsl trained his megaton rocket gun on the unsuspecting craft. Trails of smoke followed the rocket on its way to its target.
The injured spaceship wavered then dropped seven miles to the hot valley floor.
Alex hurtled through the corridor. He could hear the dogs behind him. He dashed around a corner. He saw a door on his left. It was unlocked.
Inside, he tried to catch his breath. There was silence.
Then a knock. An old woman with a red-tipped cane slowly made her way to the door.
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