I Like a Duster on a Gentleman

Reshape your life by reaching out to the youngest writer given the chance to experience fears. Since women often can’t experience manufacturing sensually provocative sentiments, men could, should and would create and build machines to moments that are bland. Too often, females need someone to be a catalyst for ridicule.

Whiskey Dragon Trying to Vote

Troubled by her past, Melissa is struggling to gain sexual and sensual knowledge in a way that is both magical and heartwarming. An unfortunate incident happened, and important people who made a difference to the world trained snakes.

I have a piece of art on permanent display in the high school where I graduated.

Strategies for Absorbency

Jeanette fondly looks back on the years when the dead poltergeists came to rural Alabama. Ever since the traumatic death of her neighbor’s horses, she is frequently summoned to own a few acres of land and become engulfed in things that aren't really there. However, she toils alongside strange and unnatural things, praying to the television screen for a tiny dark God. Meanwhile, the ghost of the farmer’s wife’s little sister held fast to her dreams of someday opening her own business.

Combat Arenas in the Clinic

A fisherman, a hunter and a horseman went to the morgue to become involved in an international drug and jewel smuggling ring.

Rushing down the three flights of stairs two at a time, the ER nurse discovered the gutless bodies of the three people. Rushing into the room, the local police observed the ER nurse wailing and crying. There was a big male lying on a bed of fog.

The trauma resident surprisingly seemed to be gone along with the jewels! His brother has beaten him, or so it was said, because he had taken his records.

Excellent Comedy by Thomas Middleditch, Who You Have Forgotten About

Brooklyn boy has no idea that he will experience growing. The family matriarch bounces on his father’s stomach and embarks on a memorable happiness. His father suddenly loses his adulthood. He soon discovers he is responsible for chaos, making a promise to his Puerto Rican classmate to survive his mother’s deterioration. Brooklyn boy disrupts the desertion of their summer home.

The Ideal Particulate

Garth asked a sleeping demon to climb down from the murdered father’s face. Garth joined him. They couldn’t go to the carnival. A car moved. They looked around, through tears, trying to come up with a story so the police couldn’t rearrange their minds.

The Energy of a Collie

In a humorous fashion, human housemates Tony and Misty become amateur detectives who are unfriendly and downright mean. They travel extensively and that turns out to be a hot mess. 

Neither of them realize that the fine cameraman who is an excellent piece of eye candy has printed several hardcover scrapbooks for family and friends.

Slippery Orange in Taylor Swift's Purse

Crystal, the skilled photographer, boldly declares social and religious opinions. Tied to the roof of the car, she has enjoyed pastel portraits and oil paintings. She won a turkey drawing contest. Originally, her daughter Hayley submitted to the Siamese cat named Sammy, who is usually gloomy and sad. Sammy’s little sister Lacy wakes up uncontrollable. She laughs so hard that she is harnessed to a sled.

Shadow of a Weiner

The killer’s dinner had to be beautiful. A Vietnam veteran, he has a ball of baffling pain and beautiful horses. He hadn’t heard from his three pure orange grandchildren, his eerie cat, or his voluptuous building super in several days.

Although this is his first premonition of military victims, he would have his dinner one day soon. He is planning a night of nude prowling. Several local physicians would soon find themselves involved in the craft of woodworking.

Ginger and Poop

A handsome tourist with medical training is preying on people living in the caribbean paradise of Metro Atlanta. Brent tantalizes the captives by lying. Brent’s mind has been polluted by cartoons and illustrations and his experiences of being murdered in the beach town of Boca Chica. A literary genius hiding a secret misconception about being a criminal. To his credit, he reaches out to the roughest but most ambitious one armed traveler current in today’s use of slang and hip dialogue.

Exit Stabs

As the hectic world suffered, notorious gangsters provided a protective shell of everyday corruption. As they got older they ended up in a Spanish Primary school and died. Then they created many traumatized shadows. There was nobody left in the village called Kintbury. Their best friends' hobbies and interests include greeting Her Majesty the Queen whenever she noticed their weakened, quivering roommates.

Skank's Evacuation

I was the first policeman who is also a playwright having written, among other plays, two plays about a nostalgic trip on an old train. Over a paella and a glass of Rioja, I prevent the cats from sleeping. 

Dealing with the challenges of eating is not so easy. One challenge after another seems to prevent me from discussing a recent burglary.  The cats will be guilty of nefarious murders.

Whizzers and Brass Buckets

People who experience interesting and exciting encounters are often scrutinized and called grayish creatures. I can recall high school, where a little boy named Charles and the alien learned to write poetry. Clowns exterminate the enemies of alien existence, blighted by hostility and lies. Scientists are quite in the dark about their origin.

A Southerner's Oral Secretions

Glittering Fistula

There's a grandeur in our twisted romance, a doomed glamour. You slap my face and spit in my food. I invent florid insults, precisely engineered to dig into your deepest anxieties. In our ruin, we dance around each other, blades in our quivering fists, fingers clenched so tightly that their very tissues have merged and hardened. Occasionally, we blindly manage to make contact, slicing.

Years hence, when we have fallen to the ground and lost our eyes and tongues and the vital essence in each of us has leaked out and commingled in the parched soil, our final resting place will be marked by a wretched tree. 

Our flesh freed from the disintegrated muscle and bone dust inside, we will be found by a curious wanderer who will mistake our flesh for an ancient scroll, our lacerations as a story written the glyphs of a lost language.

Mike Lindell's Burlap Prophylactic

The people have been interested in fantasy and intricate xenophobia. Of all their questions, the main one is what will happen when humans on the other side of the galaxy will be swept away by their own disobedience. When I was growing up in St. Croix, U. S. Virgin Islands, I heard several stories about the little creatures called liars.

Dip Spikes

William Shakespeare may well have been the first person to steal the power of the dragon disguised as a man who is impossible to trust. With the help of a river witch named Deirdre, he plagued the sorcerers in Alabama and in Utah, where the banshee assassinated a bibliophile.

An Exultation of Property

A dangerous animal who is in the garden pond turns himself purple. Though he causes her no end of problems and embarrassment, the mistress is not quite willing to wear a muzzle.

A talented footballer steals special chocolates and baby teeth. He looks adorable but he has his own special way of injuring himself with dripping paint. He eats Bank Robbers!

The Flaky Macho Guy Cruises

Caboodle, the big poodle, wants nothing from a new family but to be transported through a door between worlds as her sexual desires take control of her life. A Texas girl at heart, he is approached by a secret husband and finds herself caught in the middle of strife within the Society of Children’s Book Writers. She is forced to adopt a man who will show her pleasures she never imagined and who wants to live a normal life with several adopted animals. Tonight she will experience surprising rewards.

Sauce of Aura

My town is a friendly place. I get food and a lot of positive physical contact. A lady at the auto body shop says my hair is like oily feathers. A tree surgeon says I have healthy phloem and won't explain exactly what he means by that.

A puckered old gentleman calls me "sweet ham" and says that when he's agitated, he soothes himself by imagining my pillowy skin pierced by something sharp and oozing sweet tar. My little body in its current swollen and moistened form delights people.