Ruthless Civic Lawn

I knew of a boogey man in my neighborhood, a crooked little frozen mouse-eyed gentleman if you believed the accounts and reenactments of the older boys in Judas Priest tees. Once, this subdivision was a farm, and once the dead tree just past the border was a good tree for climbing, but a boy fell. Slowly died, so slow he still had life in his eyes when the scavengers arrived.

One night I would visit dead tree and piously wait, and if the clouds were just right the boogey man would announce his real-life identity with a cracking shuffle in the shadows. 

I would clutch the knife in my hand to defend myself and vanquish his hell from the cul-de-sac and when he came for me 

I would bargain for reflex and observation but the knife is a comb

it's the one my older cousin put in my stocking last year

he's in the air force now

the boogey man's quick sharp feet dance all up and down my skin and he knows how to grab the moon

he brings the moon crashing down

on my head shattering like a fluorescent tube shatters

the shrapnel hits me

enters me there's no pain at all

a sort of fleeting rush 

I'd chase it forever, my fumbling adulthood

There I'd meet it and fall into the fir tree in the median the neighbor family dresses up yearly in multi-colored strands of lights.

Linguine Rumble

Dog bark morning, the photographed man carried off a wrist-thick scarf of horse. He knew the teacher, swindled as he was. Felt reined and loose, a thing that fits wickedly in one's lap.

The man spoke of accidents, dyed memories of false rogues banned from boats. No friends, not the kind one speaks of at the holiday table. 

Horse wrist trees climbed by students in the criminal's graveyard, the hounds' playground. Punctuated by masts repurposed.

Astride My Goiter

How does this fixative strike you? My partner in suspicion disappears with mist and low held intelligence. The way in is the extinguished wound, but it is a dead end. The duct tape residue holds whisper rags, a kind of evidence of doubt.

Progressive Car Insurance

Pinch the streetwise tea kettle in the glass display box, come alive in the ecstasy of the transgression. Twist your jelly bean toes in their sockets as you glide away, an otter through this dissected throng. Emerge like an embolism in the starlit avenue where the inflations of powdered bards hang: they collect themselves into the breath of invented megafauna. In the overturned wash basin you'll find me and the things you covet.

Otis Saw the Mouth Slats

Trombone head, please come back to the booth. I've wiped clean the old menu. Apologies, but they haven't any newer ones. So the best we could do was to tape that flappy old laminated corner. It's functional, if admittedly below your standards in "visual victual communication media."

Trombone head, pass the framed bacon and hard gum globe to rejoin me. The humbled staff will surely acquit themselves with admirable diligence and tidy cordiality.

Trombone head, we can mourn our agency together over a mediocre repast. The tableware will at least be clean. The sky will at least carry on its chromatic duties and we'll exit into a comforting dishospitality.

Falsehoods of Spiked Misery

If only I wasn't required to raise my arms, speaking servitude in this room upholstered with a woman's mischief. If only the heart in my chest was a fully synthetic thing, a petrochemical invention which, if discarded and buried, could conceivably be found by future scavengers — or, more optimistically, archaeologists of high ethical standards and unfamiliar colloquialisms.

Also conceivable is that such a fine cardiac instrument, once invented, will find its way into my chest like an intruder. And these desperate diggers or scholars of distant cultures will find such a thing in a bone lattice, in a box dripping with velvet like tattered flesh.

Roses of the Infirmary

Epic red banners in a good boy's bedroom drip rehydrated dream-cum into the pillow, fermenting acrid visions of tennis court massacres, detailed spreadsheet forensics, fisted eel parties, wholly rejected careers. Tooth gray sea songs from the gazebo outside promise something else, an alternative doom. But everything hinges on the half-life of gratitude, undetermined.

The Wife's Mantis Puppet

Help to make equal the arrangements of the festivities. Your eye for relative quantity, trained by years in the retail killing fields, is as renowned as it is a curse. A soda-colored burden pressing stiff knuckle hands into your each day's efforts in the realm of enjoyment.

Quick, various measurement, fatigued convenience. Steady dependence upon the judgment of temporary shepherds. A rinsed and scraped mind, an abraded sense of pleasure. Tilted back on your heels by this imaginary wind.

Raid Pinch Rush

Mold breath couch beside kneecap indentations, and Stereolab, maybe Sonic Youth. Probably Sonic Youth. The tunings twisted, improper, like my ambitions here — I'd like to say — but I can't claim that intention. Someone else monkeyed with my guitar. If only I could keep the steady synth throb in my chest, if I could capture that and implant it I'd avoid so much of what's coming.

Most of the land is industrial, but an above-ground pool is a pretty good luxury to pick. Acting like a cable installer, because I lack the foresight to aim for the wine repository.

In 12 years, Thurston two-times Kim. Lee seems alright though, stick with Lee.

Against the Snake Truck

A green fabric swatch holds a single egg representing fertility or imagination (perhaps fragility or refrigerated psychosis). Advertisement-grade models parade themselves around it with phone lenses trained on the vertex. The gathered footage is collected thus by sheepfaced women and men who edit it together, intercutting and splicing to find evidence of the marginal viewer. And their sheepfaced offspring are charged with the task of sweeping up the chitinous rubbish left behind, the exoskeleton shards and dismembered elytra once belonging to involuntary invertebrate participants in this dance of futility.

Gumbo with Young Red Cheese

Glen raises goats at Gas Pot Downs. Willie, age 8, scoops licked bead mix from the trench into a converted PVC violin pool. When summers are wet, you might see Clara and Hettie hugging in the makeshift alley where the blight cannot see.

Bracketed by musk jars, the goat bone tower tells the date and time to Willie's potential guardians. Goat skull pavement shines in a drenched musical kinda way.

In drought months, Clara cakes goat tummy drums with Glen's stashed bills, floating baskets made of bead mix scoops lashed together with goat rope in the cistern, as a way to celebrate fungus nutrition and distant goat vision.

Handsome Guitar Mermaid

Below the neon barrel, where eel men strangle their fears, a golden weaseled friendship reaches its final curtain. Greasy streaking blue white clouds spread sickly in a second sky.

At last, intimate operations deliver a satisfying fullness to the gathered participants.

I sweep the blue streak from brow to nipple, iron teeth harnessing ambush tongue. A stomach full of rags. A throat lit up with static.

Cranky Ol Possum

Spilled into the heart shaped tray, mother's pearls melt into goo, entering the next state. I squeeze the oblong utensils in each of my hands, vibrating with rediscovered glee — reborn, unborn, reborn and on and on. 

The seeds in my hair will remain dormant until I pack my head into fresh compost. The flavored lotions I applied to my calloused feet, made from said seeds' place of origin (fruit from XXXXXXXX trees), leave prints on the floor; though the manufacturer of said necessary plane counsel hasty remediation of such blemishes, I will leave them. I appreciate a well-discolored floor.

She Saw Me Bite the Tail

Longtime ambassadors of the opportunity church walk into the square diner on the corner of streets named for exotic plants. Hair like ultraviolet phone cord, the sandwich person hangs on the metal tool rod and coughs a cordial greeting.

Under the maple table, a crowned child stuffs banned materials into the void cushion. The ambassadors ponder their parental surveys, increasing my understated glamour.

Reflected Poop Ball

Ice colored like cloudy fish soup squeaks between the garden orbs. There's a dead patch where a chair faded into clammy mist last September. When the neighbor smokes long on the step, I effortlessly ignore him, his orange blaze, his knife hat.

Your hair lingers in the drain.

Foggy Scissor Bottle

One mascot crimps the cosmetics while a second winds a line of dog ornaments around a synthetic column.

Watching, eating Oreo cookies, Mrs. Pool pranks haughty ass air on the stained porch. Old planks of shredded dough crack like dung boards invented accidentally. This is how an afternoon's leisures are forgiven.

Extra Powdered Sauce

A couple under a castle (or a bridge?) stoops down for hand cup water. Eyes to the worm cloud, he feels the same as a decaying vine lost to its roots. She forgets the only trap she ever fell for. They look through small tubes to find a communication from the contractors they hired to bend the incantations of their legal advisors.

Slash Cloud Gumbo

Flush like drizzling breakfast sauce, we climb deliberately up the limestone face, wind from the north wasting us one by one. As the crystal sap sings subsonic instructions to the sun, tattooed languages of hunger fade, with resurrected ache. Drained of desire, we submit and drop. We find a place of stasis.

Cola Pratfall

Cranky comic book brat curls her hair with dreadful creamed potion, sulking over the loss of another delicate companion. Her eyes braided, she swaps relics with a neighboring slipper-soled stick figure. Soon, the uncanny twitch will begin again and she will ooze into the office, knowledgeable but not sure. Not yet.

It's Tuesday in the Hot Barn

Soaked and poked with the tar prod, you conjure a sensation of shriveled lust. How glorious were the slappy twistings and livid palpitations of your years in service. Diagonal shadows on the tiles, wheezing whispers from under the door.

You are chapped here, stepping gingerly between the cardboard-shaped plant stumps in the courtyard. You think you can hear the rustle grind of bean parasites, but it may only be the ceiling fan.

Spring-tail Honda Car

Our neighborhood was a clam's breath in an old pot, houses like unpopular candies tasted once and discarded. The gourd shaped rock in the middle of the cul-de-sac stole ambitions and curiosities from us.

My neighbors owned wagons and boots, hoses and saws, blades for flesh and turf. We read each other's diaries.

I was sent away in a cold carriage with a tissue scan drive under my seat. I had a little bit of everyone. 

Knife Puck

I found my chin in the seaweed pile on the corrugated metal. It was poked by spare wristwatch hands and looked good for its age, but gnawed and corroded all the same. A priest gave me a trifold brochure for a clinic where I could have it replaced with a hungry man's heel.

The sea bird cried about its pretzel. Still, the towers of crates in the warm light made everyone feel easy, chosen. I strummed the ocean membrane and ate the seeds I bought. 

A Chap with a Tape Measure

A turtle ate an entire tree in one meal this weekend. Everything went in, lichens and railroad spikes and kites and baby owls and old empty nests. A turtle in the weather of the weekend made one whole tree its meal. 

The guy watching the turtle eat the tree sat atop a gold Ford Bronco with a towel under his butt. His girlfriend Laura arrived at night with bags of jingling spice wafers.

Laura opened a bottle factory with a large inheritance when she was a college undergrad. The bottles full of soap spill premium good liquid on the blue fake shoes her boyfriend wears at work. 

Laura taught positive attitude to dancing parents, stifled in linoleum crust and hidden like digital fly wings. Now she can relax while a turtle devours a whole tree.

Shadow of the Crinkle-Cut Fries Bag

None can see the junkyard in this olive colored light.

Only three former mayors of this city have been divorced. And they dine together, weekly, at the Momentary Summit Family Restaurant.

From there, they see the chooglin sprawl of the trashplanes. They see it just fine.

The big guy with the tray of prepared meats has been paid for this work for seven years and he spends that money on corn colored pants. Corn is cooked by the chef too.

The chef wears fake blue shoes and has been doused in zigzag condiments — part of his education, you know.

A fading airman loses his lunch and the control panel lights up like Independence Day seen from a high drone. The sky loses its grip on the fine homemade plane.

Now the fields of rubbish suck in the doomed vehicle and its addled pilot, smack of aluminum slap rot in the milky humid night.

Up in the two star restaurant the gathered mayors and the big meat tray man in maize trousers watch the desperate descent and the ensuing fluctuation's easy glow, but feel that it is theirs alone — their private tragedy, their delightful pocket death.

Brushed Nickle Ass Plug

The wasp is exhausted, but steps softly onto my fingernail. Irritating in a temporary depression, and an ache hole opening in the plaster. The wasp will be there forever. I try not to take things, because of the tolerance I gain. It's better to build a counterfeit noun scaffold, to be believed by a doctor. To get pulled into pain.

Balsam Tree Disaster

I feel like a crow, no somewhat flexible creature in hock to the authorities. I have no title or case full of high fidelity video. Something that happened, you know, an apology to an abuser. Everything is sensible. It still happened.

It still has a quality, an availability. It doesn't resolve, I don't think, but it manifests as a sawdust smell or the memory of a trapped cat.

I'm Sippin the Paste

Over the glittered bridge, the musicians grovel before their therapists as their families observe from an undisclosed location — a fine situation meeting with broad public approval. As the musicians rise to their flogged feet and the halogen lamps broadcast their sturdy residue, a trickle of complaint necessitates haste. Orphaned, the troupe webs and knots until asphalt curls into exposed condolences.

Pierced in the Knuckle

Well, the snowman shits himself silly. Meanwhile, the playground chaperones wrap themselves in brand new netting. I wave, but my acquaintance is inside a swollen nose.

Where did foolish Brenda buy the grey tubes? If I find out, I'll have to spin a mint lamp holster. Crap.

The snowman screams elite swear words, the playground sinks in the sodden field.

Bubble Eagle Fork

Battletoads video game fans lie in their burlap hammocks strewn across the town park. This is where I've parked my white Honda car as I enjoy a bit of citrus flannel with a pricy friend.

Blown across the porch of the sky, the smiling moon sings a rotten little song about people leaving their least favorite theme park. Shot with stone marbles, the moon drinks wormy taco juice.

Presented by the insurance company, the art in the grand promenade trips a sensor. My wrinkles leak the warning. I've seen burglars crease the soil until the old halo ejaculates. This is my impression of the installation. 

Simplified for Nurturer

The diplomat's kiss transports me to the wagon showroom where blackberry hat salespersons console each other in the wake of the horrid deflation of the city memorial. I sneak to the office of the showroom manager to steal one of those lacy little mints shaped like the Eiffel Tower.

When the procession begins, freezing glue weeps from the cracks in the walls. The dry nerves reach up from the butter tanks, gripping the ankles of the blackberry hat people; they stumble and go red-legged and powdered — like a very rich weave of spotted nut rind.

Tan Mug

Cramped raisins in the tub, Mr. Flavor kicks the giant caterpillar in the soft saddle region until the dull beast bulges into good humour. Sinfully, the great lumber columns of the championship arena quiver in the steam.

The poor groaning larva flattens to the cobbles of the arena substrate, highly decorative for the tarts in the mainstream hose box. Those fine luscious sturdy ladies fan themselves with mango pyramid sides, triangle fragrant breeze drifting from the lattice to the dead wig worm crying below.

Orange Memo

Make the shoe, chucked with thick coin syrup and sticky spoon creme. Don't want it lumpy, a scrambled wet element in the left hand and a devil's tee shirt in the right (oily and laughing). It's not half happening.

The crammed hard body is the seedless business. Puree the salt and mix with a chilled tube: floured like one's roommate, but not clapping like clamped yogurt.

Tastes good. Terrible flat piss trampling my biography. Lingual twitching as I dip the timepiece into peas.

Alone with Cranberry Dad

Triangle carriage has floated to the cake tree zone where clouds spike flesh masks in the square. A rubber hot flake of a pasta toy falls from the mistress's map tube. That is when the rope man twinkles into the market of oils. The mistress, loaded with globe's jelly and humming grid film, rakes her hands across the mask of the man before it can be sublimated.

Fritters in the Dark

At dusk, the slim gross teen boy takes a jacket from his nephew. The jacket is patched together with varied denim, stapled strips of even older jackets. There are like eighty or ninety jackets in the mix. Blueberry wood spikes in the breast pocket, a photo of a mousy dog in the inside pocket along with a piece of hickory gum. Now alone, our teen with his jacket spies an abandoned canoe in the parking lot and paints himself like a hyssop flower.

Gilded in the Maze

The house shaped like a fiddle smells like frozen egg yolks. The flower pots have faces painted on them. Miniature statuary, vulgar, bought from an estate sale, lurks in the foliage. Puddles on the walk blink with lonesome heat. The Realtor ® speaks with a cockney accent when he's making his wisecracks, and while I'm not yet seduced, I am waxing my fingertips. I am slipping discs of paper in the gap between the wall and the shabby wainscoting.

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A Caper During a War

Hundreds of years pass and the best PI in town falls prey to a crazed prince, who seeks to control the king’s supposed enemy. Unfortunately, the only one who is not cultivated to illuminate a troubled ambition has been dismissed as a vibrant possibility. The academy becomes a place of great cheer and tranquility. Soon, well-known characters from history’s most famous fables, nursery rhymes and fairy tales are assigned a recon mission beyond the wall of their nation.

Fool's Exodus

The war between humans and the President of the United States is over.

After uncovering a dominated stoic, Dr. Bryce finds himself labeled as a grand lead actor in a comedy. He is left with no choice but to flee to failures, many of which begin as mythical familiarity. Here, he must undergo serious moments to uncover the meaning behind the birthplace of a dark Communist sense of humor and aid a group of adventurers in taking a stand against every triumph in life.

To him, existence was a supernatural evil. For someone who considers himself a nobody, he was staring at me in the mirror.

White Whistle

Once upon a time the un-Christlike Christians trusted survivalists and a black Republican business professor. The professor, rejected by his mother, is in the clutches of a black liberal journalism professor. Recently, however, a series of hilariously tumultuous kidnappings have begun to improve his intellect.

After a misunderstanding on an airplane, they quarrel about promoting creative writing. There follows a satisfying mercy. As he himself admits, “I’m a controversial sports columnist and would like to be tackled."

Old Vampire Daughter

When the elderly ghost hunter hires the local vampires to search for a missing fairy, troubling memories and emotions invade the ceremony being performed by the police. His investigations into out-of-body experiences and the 60's generation merge with those of some witches. And they think the friendly mystery writer is controlling citizens of Seattle who simply won't die.

Something is killing the detective. Based in Chicago, the spirits point to one of the ageless witches and remember the Emerald City.

Color-blind Seawater

A private detective never lies, never cheats, and never commands an old woman who volunteers at the public library to draw near to the throne of a dead girl. The entity waits to recover the twenty million dollars her only husband placed inside an ancient Egyptian Coptic, inscribed box. She knows she saw a blue howling lawyer.

Once metamorphosed, she holds the damnation, surrounding the mystical box and spinning before God.

Covetous Roar

During a long overdue vacation, a nymphomaniacal psychic and a rich actress devise a plan to exchange an anonymous mother with a world-class female outlaw, ultimately becoming unflinchingly erotic. Perhaps most intriguing of all, a successful businesswoman with a very special gift who is neither gilded angel nor flawlessly analytical whore turns a phrase as effortlessly as a loving husband rescues a freelance writer from a burning orphanage.

Vampire Log

When you’re Santa Claus, unimaginable cowboy pugs give you doom. An event transpires to transform a Colorado cowboy into a small television filled with the cold virus.

A mysterious visitor holds the mementos, creating pictures of creatures in a small southern country town and various TV commercials.

What lies ahead for Santa Claus my husband Richard is a couple of thrills. Will they survive the fight against the "real" Santa? Will they find some of the people my daughter made into vanishing treasure?

Satin Legends

Martin Stone, given the name Santa Claus, is programmed to kill the man at beauty pageant. But will he reach the White House in time to form a band and come up with the name for the band?

Some musicians and singers will trap the zombies in the cabin. Please enjoy the secret weapons planted in the signal.

Kris Nicholas Kringle attended two years of college and made some astonishing rock and roll. Because of his childhood adventures on a camping trip, grabbing a brilliant blue crystal, Santa Claus was given a car.

Lady Wears a Grandfather

Comforted by her loving parents, an exceptional sniper is robbed. She becomes familiar with the strongest single fortress in the world, brimming with meticulous detail in Dallas. The attractive, skilled horsewoman has had a lifelong interest in martial arts and vicious soldiers. After committing outrages against a special team of German paratroopers, she seeks to become a passionate young woman who must undergo personal relationships. She becomes familiar with camping and brutal lessons of family.

Fangs of the Christmas Star

A midwestern city is terrorized by a starving police officer. It seems impossible to survive dreams about blankets of snow and a strange snake. U.S. Marshal Cole Stockton and his best friend Laura Sumner do battle with a frozen cougar, actively hurtling toward online war games.

Laura has a hard time keeping track of these deadly role-playing games; Cole is attacked by a traveling Old West enthusiast and Louis L'Amour fan. He uses his deadly bite to hurt humans.

The Secret of the Wizard's Sleigh

The Roman Empire's dragons are being challenged by a fearsome army of witches. The only power capable of painting a flying ship, an orphaned dog named Timothy, becomes lost in New Hampshire’s Wapack Mountain Range. Learn how he and other monsters travel across New Hampshire, and how they deal with an unusual gift—a sleigh bell. They also meet many elves, dwarves, and a young wizard through positive thinking.

Fallen Christmas Empire

It has been eight long years since the Emperor was last seen, murdered and stored safely within his hatred. After they are begrudgingly forgotten, a race of super humans delight a special reindeer through a powerful invasion of fantasy. Meanwhile, a strapping teenager has been blackmailed into helping a half human, half snowman sixth-grade teacher suffer. With the supreme strength of the Nutcracker, they reject Christmas forever.

The Way Out of Christmas

Life has been a great adventure for bratty, eight-year-old Rick and eighty-three-year-old Frosty. Rick decides against heart failure, and in his mind he travels back to the snowy and picturesque village where he met a beautiful stewardess who later took his Harley-Davison motorcycle. But, fortunately, Frosty triggers a the birth of Jesus Christ. He has something sober for thousands of Rick’s trolls.

Liars of Noel

For the past twenty years, a troll army and a Nutcracker have participated in cowboy poet gatherings, singing, and faithless love. Christmas has been under attack for years, thanks to incredible sex with the evil Ice Queen and her doctor.

Santa Claus grows weary of glitz and glamour and embarks on a quest to seek help from a mysterious woman who enjoys the parties, excitement, and uninhibited sex in a special snow globe. While following clues hidden at one of America’s top dude ranches, he is torn between continuing the incredible sex and reciting his original romantic songs.

Santa Killed Me

Imagine Santa in a high school. His poetry offers bullying and teasing to the parents of children contending with Santa, Christmas, and teens.

A thirty-something self-proclaimed 'plain Jane' has numerous years of experience doing acceptable poetry. Once she encounters the psychologist, someone to pal around with, she changes her hobbies.

Refined Candy Nut

Auspiciously, Johnny suffers from an insidious love-making ignorance. And he is the man in prison for ending the on-going threats to a dreamer with shoes on. Johnny needs to learn things, desperate to abuse the wrong holes and spend the rest of his life washed-up. Born in 1966 in a small town in New Jersey, he has endured years in the dark with one hand strapped to a bedpost. He delivers the lunacy of etiquette.

Panty Queen

A reporter encounters an interesting person in Buffalo, New York, trying to love bad guys. With the support from his loving wife, a man running from a drug dealer waiting for the madness keeps stumbling upon good girls. An old man and his boys are going to have to get the madness, but somehow a real ghost and three evil teens take it to a whole different level. They are going to the nonstop halloween party, troubling a drug dealer.

A Collection of Gangsta Boos

From the time they were introduced as little girls, Santa's elves have stuck to each other like hot mint chocolate. Their lives seem to be in perfect order, until they are introduced to Mrs. Claus, fully immersed in a street life fueled by magic, love and adventure. Although they are beautiful young women, they are gangstas at Mrs. Claus' large kitchen table. After Santa's elves transform into cold-blooded, heartless murderers who will kill anyone who gets in their way, they decide to read a collection of Mrs. Claus' Christmas stories. Now only time will tell who will live.

Reindeer in Graceland

The mysterious death of a Christmas tree leads a mother to accompany a claims investigator to the discovery of a treasure trove of small humble songs by the world's most popular small boy, and his parents. The King of Rock n' Roll himself is excited that he is finally old enough to learn that there are many people who accompany his father into the nearby woods to cut their hands on the presents. What follows is a magical tale of religious fanatics, crooked cops, the mafia, and even a father and son from Long Island, New York, protected by a former insurance company executive who lives in the Texas hill country near Austin with an acknowledged expert in the field of public speaking.

Best Bike Wolf

This is a children’s story about a werewolf and the unknown reality. What do you do when you suspect that your homesick lodger is precious and special to an Interior Designer and Business woman?

Set against the backdrop of Wharfedale, the story unfolds until people dream of going to the North Pole. Two friends decide to be welded to their camaraderie. The only question is... should all children long to preserve a funny accent?

King Motorcycle

Santa is grumpy because a right-winger loves landscape painting. A Viet-vet and journalist wanna-be, he gets lost in a snowstorm and ends up screaming. Next day, anarcho-terrorists take over the Kingdom of the North Pole. Something must be done and Santa worries about homicidal perverts writing books for chemically deranged truckers and bikers. Evil drunks have just been hacked to pieces by stray cats.

Hmmm, might be a story there!

Immaculate Counterparts

A loyal soldier of the CIA has become increasingly upset and denigrated. Not only were the president’s officers nice, the tough guys who had meddled in stuff aggressively decided that it was time to rely on little boys. We don’t need any kind of agenda. Yet the new leadership successfully ignored the language of force.

Danny's Christmas

Danny discovers that Marie felt the emotions. Marie is ready to strike Santa. Santa is hurling through space without adults, children, parents, and grandparents. Adults, children, parents, and grandparents won’t be hiding under the experimental space craft that just landed. Danny won’t be shared with as many adults and children as possible. Santa has been taken from his best friend.

Gunslinger's Treasure

Most families in the early West wanted to share the sparkle of slaughtered adults. Against the approval of those closest to one of Arkansas’s largest gunfighters, children destroy a box of tissues.

Vince Masters, the youngest animal educated as an architect in the Wild West, finds that having eggnog owned by his aunt has exposed him to the unknown outlaws. He finds that the many hours spent on learning to revel in the pleasures of twinkling lights and cowgirls keep him away from the hustle and bustle of the busy holiday season.

So solemnly put away the one honest thing in your heart. There’s never been a better time to find the food and blood and share the sparkle of excitement and warmth of being forced to use mistletoe.

Snowy Tailfins

The late 1950's will remain the setting for my life and very neat adventures. The 1959 Buick has always been special to me and my favorite Grandmother.

I introduce comfort. I believe a true relationship with the baby bunny and my Grandmother is part of my life. I introduce the baby deer to train travel and the Christ Child in the Great Forest. In the 1950's as well as the 1960's my grandparents follow a baby bunny to the real comfort.

Ornament Wishes

What would you do if an alarming event requires the intercession of elves living in special envelopes, detached from the darkness that Santa causes? And what does it take to meet one of Santa’s elves? What would one of Santa’s elves do if an itinerant banjo player disappeared after Santa’s "experiment"? Have they been expecting too much from little boys and girls during the weeks before Christmas Eve? The elves are only grownups.

Reindeer Porch

Tearfully sweet and warmly graphic, my dear wonderful sibling will capture your non-existing horse. Their delightful personalities and antics will fascinate those who never give up believing their dreams can seem realistic and filled with pumpkins.

This is by far the most delightful Christmas craze feeling, a highly detailed story of yearning witches and emotional angels who discover the mystery of what happened to the twinkle in someone's eyes. There is no end.

Hairy Seasonal Quest

Tina has used her sick and dying vicious animals to reveal the strange mystery of continuously expanding, fun and witty Christian imaginations. To see her daughter become totally desperate to save her from death, Tina has raised a young golden dog. Christmas, interwoven with Thanksgiving, Halloween and Easter, creates a dark fantasy about Santa Claus’ embarrassing attempts to journey through dark forests and fiery mountains to out-do the Easter Bunny.

Christmas House Issue

Holly is a sweet, lovable wife, small and upset and sleeping. This highly traveled English teacher finds a blue marble, making us realize that we become a memory. This and all that I have experienced are causing me to open her presents. All that I have seen is making the most difficult Christmas; I am still simmering amidst the energetic red season. Holly's master gets upset with playing hide and seek with her and the hidden Cocker Spaniel who has a pencil.

Breaking Box Turtle

Grandma Abigail can never be fully explained. You will discover that only the elves know divine power; the industrious little elves in rural Georgia brimming with wise social companions. Grandma is enlightened about horse shows, growing weary exploring woods and creeks, honoring an exceptional reindeer with her mythical dogs. They explain the true world and compete with the redeemer of horses.

Hints on a Fairy's Visit

In the midst of an enchanted forest with mysterious people planning an enjoyable experience and gentle warm chocolate milk springs, stands the small cottage of a little delightful elf and his jolly poor child. He has seen things that changed him in such a way, that he has experienced vapors that twinkle.

He is one of the three Wise Men spoke of in the Bible. He will provide invaluable guidelines for designing buildings, bridges, cranes and chemical and mechanical systems. He is a student of desire and toy making.

He is usually a basic little smoke artist, drying his red chest with his unusual fire, sitting on an enchanted chimney.

Villainous Rules of Spite

Nearly everything is in ruins. Addicted to the familiar wounded childhood, the powerful robot is being terrorised by the biggest Hollywood model.

The farmer’s daughter becomes president and agrees to rescue the mortally wounded man and must survive the powerful dinosaurs.

When their two worlds collide, the president and a loving man find a way back home and live near her family in a house with a forbidden place to hide.

While she and her husband pity the powerful robot, he’s whisked away to another childhood.

Amulet Hill

Colonel Donald Redmond of south London opens a doorway to a separate ethnic, racial, and political dictatorship. On the east coast, all kinds of weird and wonderful bullies succumb to a fate worse than suppressed masterpiece: they emerge from the closet, and one of them offers us a grim and chilling view of the weak and vulnerable policemen.

His kind old skeleton from the Southwest is on the loose, infecting the bankrupt and tottering United States government with his odious assignment. Then, on a bright October morning, he, like countless others, befriends children across London.

A Shard of Nighttime Fantasy

Go with monsters and the dark enchained weaver of fear. No matter what, try to understand the manifested parent and painful glimmer of universal origins. A discussion can promote reassurances that time can be experienced when a child washes abandoned monsters. Is it a gift or a curse he possesses, which helps to identify a logic of both darkness and water? It is the fear of yet another childhood.

Noble Bone Rogue

Together with his younger sister, a weak man has relentlessly pursued the renowned artists. Even as he attempts to discover the paranormal difficulties in the family, he hopes to murder his best friend, Will. His father was wanted for thievery and destroying the village of a famous watercolor artist who won two heaping tablespoons of Will’s academic mischief. Will’s wanderlust has grown so legendary that every fretful mother suspects there is more to the story than civil rights and the villain’s curiosity.

Somber Ranger

As her sixteenth birthday approaches, an invisible veteran of the Satanic festivals chases forest dwarves through Scotland. Her father’s collapsing loyalty encourages her to risk her family and be a secret monstrous girl. Fantasy becomes reality when she finds the islands of the underworld crime syndicate, worthy of a broken race of fun monsters. She now adventures with her husband, who is grabbing his wife and discovering her interests.

Fringe Librarian

By day, she's an African taxi driver, a psychology graduate with a passion for womanizing. She never could have anticipated her circumscribed life and oppressive subconscious pleasures. By night, she's a hard-drinking Presbyterian minister with a fascinating way of creating self-destruction.

On this particular night, in a state of REM sleep, a timber wolf has the ability to transform herself into a young man who understands pleasures, but to enjoy those pleasures, he must face a real, live werewolf on the shore of Lake Theresa in west central Florida.

House of Savage Death

The vampire desperately flees into the blizzard to mutilate a horrifying lunatic on the mountain. In an attempt to escape the two men responsible for a feverish international cult, the vampire lurks, mimicking their howling voices, then proudly enjoys visiting his deadliest enemy. He is guaranteed to butcher the nightmarish daughter of a raging gay German who he enjoys keeping secret.

Eternal Wink

You are reading about a romantic professional pilot involved in three scientific advancements, so deeply involved with high-powered executives he did not like that he has longed for joy for 5,900 hours. The question was, how did the military abandon a pilot employed by the wonderful friends of power brokers the world over? His ambition is to join an oil company; he loves to write about sophisticated types of aircraft and enjoy his haunted sweetheart wife, Patty.

Falling into a Particular Plan

Life seemed to open up at John Jay College of Criminal Justice; it clung to the senseless vacuum of his wacky nymphomaniac wife, who communicates with the spurned American manufacturing industrialist. Immediately after graduating, he exposes the eccentric behavior of the eternal baboons, who had a profound effect on their estranged daughter who held the fire.

Since the event, the actress and perceived gold-digger was counterproductive to a situation where the punk–rock groupie of Cuban and Colombian descent wants the money but has no idea what is expected of her horrified former lover.

Pure Wicked Chancellor

As a child, she saw a promiscuous homosexual wealthy stepfather going through insatiable happiness. Over the years, she has walked away from the junior college and caused a devastating victory over a federally-funded homosexual school. Is homosexuality a hobby? Is it something perfectly professional? In her retirement, she turns deadly when she participates in basic management strategies clearly identified in God’s word as a training project for perfectly normal.

A Scorned Transmigration

The story is original and every bit as funny as the lives of the festering men who became hooked on crack.

Unfortunately, a female artist/serial killer who sparkles with meaningless beauty plays with a drab, bitter cheeseburger.

Though publicly her life is completely screwed, an ordinary woman who became hooked on crack and mayonnaise transforms herself from a vivacious lawyer into a small snake with the ghost of a cat in her bathroom. The master of the house was an enlightened immortal cockroach.

Between Unholy Spaces

Three weeks before Christmas 1913, 3 cats and their faithful dog hold to the little sanity left while navigating the cause of a savage vengeance. Since retiring from a myriad of related research efforts, the heroes are found savagely murdered under the secret home of a congressional aid. The mysterious suspect’s fantasy worlds can still qualify as certain mental illnesses, and examining injustices with a psychiatric epidemiologist only raises more questions.

Troll Sticks

This is a story of intertwined two-dimensional men without flaws. There is no preaching, no weak literature that can reach to the depths of the mirror and see politically correct fairytales. All fairytales scream of the precious gift of one’s proverbial sacred process of awakening monsters. This is the basis of heterosexuality. Don’t ever apologize for false ideas of potions touched by benign Catholic education.

The Precedence of Hell

One sunny and rather warm spring morning, close friends listening to world music take some wrong directions caused by different religious beliefs. Without a doubt, they come from a wild life history, successfully achieving goals in the penitentiary and keeping in touch with the wrestling community. On rare occasions, they learn there are shoes known to burst forth from the tunnel. Could this actually happen? I'm sure you'll agree: there is a darkness in the tragedies, losses, and the hardships of the neighborhood - and in the household.

Nine Daughters of God

This is his first subliminal fortune, a warning from the medieval attacker, the beautiful self-proclaimed deadly insect driven underground by the ancestors of his would-be boyfriend. When he's thereafter struck by a poisonous cookie, he gently tosses it outside rather than surrounding the evil overlord with food and convincing him to prevent eight more attempts on his life. This works reasonably well; the superstitious population bounces around erratically as red-haired individuals find themselves face to face with a hermaphrodite, demon-like science teacher.

Impact Island

As a young boy, a grandfather evolved from the islanders maimed and killed by adults a well as children.

His journey takes him on an exciting and adventurous trip to Washington, Oregon, and California before relocating back to the corporate world. He is a proud member of the NRA and enjoys shooting thoroughbred racehorses.

As a father and grandfather, he struggled with the memories of some show tunes, which shows the importance of a passion for watching friends being adults.

Hangin' Round the Sword

The dark black orbs have been used by statesmen, generals and leaders to support the government and implement a plan for elegant performance improvement. The disturbing carcass rose up from the floor like a professional business owner without eating or moving. Manifesting rotted leadership practices, the wasted body rippled like parchment and stared straight ahead at a local recognized expert in the areas of runes and bronze money. He had somehow covered his thighs with a great deal of filthy, dusty black hair. And then there was the individual who made immaculately polished boots.

Utopia Creek

Something unthinkable has happened in American culture. We live in a world of orchestrated professional business. Disgraced hordes of fertile men and women have risen up and killed a common man aspiring to design crimes against this democratic republic.

Decide for yourself to forge chaos and share DNA from Mom with a sophisticated stone-age family of industrious, creative citizens using their enormous wealth and wisdom to help make an evil government.

Smug Pals

An abandoned military base is opened to the public for sodomy and reading. What starts out as a fun weekend ends up a warped study of twisted motorcycle riding. A white collar literary genius is killed by a hermit with various sexual preferences. After doing ten years in prison for the murder, the hermit takes his two diabolical sons to school to write a psychological thriller.

The Tiger's Planet

The heroes, certain they will end up in harm’s way as giants bang, share their feelings. The villains have never been naked. With the bad guys near starvation, the giants terrorize a small city and listen to music.

King Skull never knew he had a nose. He is just an ordinary teenager led by pirates.

Driving through Black Eagle's Hole

I am 49 and a modern oilfield worker, or whatever way you want to say. I started out as a doctor at the Mayo Clinic. Mom was a sacred bird, either a Libra or Scorpio, a rebel's rebel, but only after aquiring a computer. She has been married to a corrupt policeman and a few opportunistic villagers who, when they rescued the eagle, encouraged an avid bicyclist to attack the mining colony.

Pickup Truck Pick Pocket

Tim has been found in his dilapidated pirate ship on a working farm in north central Indiana. He holds an old rusted jewel know only as Betty. He has taught several grimy misfits wood carving, clay sculpture and china painting.

A 16 year-old farm boy will cross swords with an evil dentist who is a seven-foot giant and ghost tour guide. Together they try to carry a man’s corpse in broad daylight. A county sheriff and an agent of the F.B.I. looked forward to seeing this hideous crime.

The artist and his puny partner seek the money, stolen paintings, and mind-boggling pirate endeavors. As a result, they perform at festivals, schools, reenactments and living history museum programs across the south.

Vermilion Drifter

A vengeful brute travels the territories searching for carnivorous friends, literally roving a gloomy land where a magical clock which must be stolen. While there, the vengeful gunslinger meets the once majestic Crimson King and they are taken captive by Ken Turner and Auntie Bernice. They soon find themselves killed by renegade gunmen for having tolerance.

The Prince's Wand of Adventure

Necromancers defeat the servants of many unique and dangerous grandchildren. Granny’s an insane witch with dreams of exploring the female form. Her lifelong love of a creature known as the fifth devil effectively keeps those in the foothills full of mythical courage. By using the gifts given to her by the mighty Orcs, she must fight the lord of the young kids to try to rescue four cousins intent on quickly killing Gabriel and his many friends.

Spherical Grave Curse

Over a period of two centuries, a high power sorceress wreaks havoc on occasionally sexual teenaged girls who have never read an entire book in one night. The possibilities of their existence together are endless, but so are the evil practices of ghostly slaughtered flesh. In the end, it is up to two dogs, who are patiently waiting for a witch who has associated herself with the local school district, to call forth a wild spirit who is suddenly violent in nature.

A Delightful Crucible

The author, an award-winning real estate salesman, who loves to survive during incredibly fascinating bedtime psychology, often wore dresses and underwear made from shirts. The oldest of seven children, the author married a radio broadcaster with two mules and a crude personal perspective. They slept behind the barn or under the topsoil. After the war, they were proud of their former marriages.

The author would offer romance in the mountains of East Tennessee and would welcome a delightful gift.

The Most Sinister Day Ever

When her second daughter was born, the New Jersey Devil attacked her best friend, a bear named Deirdre Camacho. The New Jersey Devil would tell her daughter stories, starring a small group of influential men from the basement. The men wanted to protect the secret of the adventures they share. They then moved to Canada where they unwittingly crossed paths with a creature from the hospital in the blue clouds. The New Jersey Devil had heard stories about this group of fabled men for six months after she saw something terrible happen in the old stone house where Detective Sam Donovan befriended a creature named Marshmallow.

Robber's Hat

After an unusual meeting, some little pirates decide to burn a saloon. During this time they travel across Kansas with the romantic hiker to canoe. They are writing a series of wonderful children's books about robbing banks and learn the hidden value of magic photography. They are continually writing western movies. To find out more about a love affair with the law, stay ahead of the badly wounded pirates.

Surfing at Midnight

Bizarre, even obscene, deeds are considered to be permanently beautiful and inordinately ugly. A yuppie couple get meaningful messages on their weekend camping trip.

A young fashion model is generally considered to be an itinerant banjo player journeying through the unwinding labyrinths of the Deep South, depositing his seed into his awe-inspiring basement, blinded and quiet.

Boisterous and thunderous werewolves find an amoebic gift in Robinsville, Tennessee.

Anointed for Certified Travails

A retired physician will rock an occasional funeral! Unfortunately for the good doctor, his wife will change radically, and can be penetrated by Satan’s black maelstrom of medicine. After thirty-odd years of anointed business, he was swept into a noisy biblical event. He still has his big flowers cooked in olive oil or flavored with paprika. Almost anything can arouse his amusing and nonviolent human mind.

Do you think that you are a little gray man in God’s very luxurious marketplace of unwanted ill-gotten gains?

Curfew Dreams

We always think that a terrible truth would be fine, if not total bliss for something in the dark. But what about those nasty parents? In a showdown between four parrots and a local Police Officer, a young woman has learned to love a detective specialized in Harlequin Romance books. Sometimes, there is something in the bizarre imagination that isn’t over-run by monstrosities.

Peak of Hell

I suppose you could say that I am a hulking teen who is unqualified to despise a bad dream. I’ve always felt that everyone else was violent and ruthless. I wish I could avoid becoming a human being who would rather outwit the girl than to see another person start a job as a junior English teacher at Madison High School in Perryville, Ohio. Women and girls could wake up some beautiful morning and say, "Oh heck, that was just a turf war going on between a small farm community and all the pain on earth."

Bog Figure

In 1936, something rapidly spread across Europe. With the discovery of a leather-bound diary, spooks, goblins or disembodied spirits did not go unnoticed! These entities had remained dormant for forty years. Throughout history, vampires and the like consumed most of the French Voyagers, who feared a hideous and superstitious juvenile artist. Sheriff Robert Hudson called the Druids in England, Germany, Serbia and Bulgaria to help him go to the Church of the Dark Figure.