The announcer called every child’s name for awards.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
Constance was physically unable to deal with Change.
He lost his ring on their first anniversary.
The hook-handed man told a boring campfire story.
“You tell Santa. Frosty ain’t so jolly anymore!”
The alien wiggled a tentacle into her drink.
He saw his error, and faded into it.
At the local zoo, he found his parents.
“Does this place smell bad?”
“No. It’s you.”
“Sherlock couldn’t find my glasses!”
“Check your face.”
He couldn’t stand her happiness. She must die.
The treehouse could not hold their pirate wealth.
“Lies. Lies. Lies. All lies!”
“Better. Half truths.”
“Ghengis Khan would have made a smaller mess.”
When “Mom’s dead” sounded better than “Mom’s left.”
She stopped at the octagonal sign. He didn’t.
The starship crashed on the asteroid. “Excellent job.”
“Isn’t that a boxer?”
“Pugilist sounds more fancy-like.”
The cow turned to him, “I’m Vegan, you?”
“Why did the chicken cross the busy road?”