It keeps happening. Over and over again.

Hi.

Luis stared at the giant. He looked down at his suit. That shade of purple looked familiar.

It seemed like he'd only just sat down. Building even a small shelter such as this at his age now took such effort, and he was tired. He gazed up at the yet-unfinished ceiling above him, estimating the time and effort yet ahead of him before this house was complete. He had but a little time before the occupants would…

Crina hated traveling with the military; it was hard enough to avoid disrupting a site without two dozen untrained boots stomping around, but she understood the need. After what happened on Gloraminus…well, not everything at an archaeological site was dead. The Hayward System Exploration Board had quickly decreed that…

Why hasn't Hollywood made a movie out of THIS myth yet?

It hit Carson like a kick in the pants. He had been fine a moment before, tapping his feet as he waited for the food-fryer to whip up his meal. Then with the might of a meteor impact, his bladder pronounced with a stern shout: You need to go.

Note to men (and people in general): If a woman drives up in a van and asks if you are single and doing anything tonight DO NOT GET IN THE VAN WITH THEM. That is stupid. You are not that good looking. Stop watching so much porn. Life doesn't work that way.

they break to have sex with each other and oops knocked over this weirdly out in the open sample of virus juice

Quick, send a CDC team of sexy doctors to find out what can be done about it. Although it there is a less attractive, overweight one, you can just throw rats at her.

What I remember most vividly from that war was the stories we would tell each other. It alleviated the boredom, the silence in between the dull thud of shells. It could drive you mad, being cooped up in the bunker with an exhausted platoon. So we told each other stories.

This would make a fun short film!

There were two ways you could serve in Moira's army: while you were still alive or after you were dead. They both came with preferential housing near the city center and a stipend generous enough that a couple could raise a child—provided both parents had full-time jobs. Droves of young people, eager trade their dorms…

In college, my boyfriend's roommate called his dog "Bitch." As in, "Hey, Bitch, get back here." We were a big hit with the neighbors.

I know a couple of people who call their cat "Mouse".

She gets calls when she's underground in the subway. Clearly it's God.

That's no ice sphere...

This is a wise man.I can tell you he's 100% correct.

"Why?" I gurgled.
"Redundancy. " I answered.

Tomorrow is always two days away.