The aliens captured a robot and probed it.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The butterfly fluttered away from the mass grave.
“Behold the portal of wisdom!”
“That’s your phone.”
They planted hate in hedgerows all around her.
“If you call her, I’ll leave you.”
“Goodbye.”
He shot for the moon, landed next door.
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
“I wanna be a fairy princess.”
“You’re forty.”
“These cookies are the worst!”
“They’re dog biscuits.”
The hero paid for the villain’s latest scheme.
The alien’s sharp teeth glinted. “I’m a humanitarian”
He diagnosed the hooting owl with recurring amnesia.
He wept until no more tears would come.
The dentist filled a cavity in her heart.
“…apocalyptic aftermath.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You’re weird.”
“True.”
He made friends with all his other personalities.
She didn’t “like” his post. He wept bitterly.
“Any landing you can walk away from—” BOOOOM!
“Hellloooo, Dali!”
“Every time we’re at the museum?!?”
The snowman quit smoking to avoid Meltings Disease.