His smell often precipitated her cute nose crinkle.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The spaceship landed in New Jersey only once.
The ship docked at Confusion then at Insanity.
She longed for truth in advertising AND politics.
He said the punchline then started the joke.
They elected him to positions he didn’t want.
He found them under the bleachers kissing chipmunks.
Santa dressed as the Easter bunny for Halloween.
The fistfight ended in group therapy and hugs.
The genie granted wishes in return for love.
Upon turning sixteen, his daughter drove him crazy.
He checked out of hotels, into mental wards.
The car puttered out halfway between gas stations.
Someday my children’ll stop yelling, hopefully not soon.
In five minutes, I’ll know whether I live…
He fell asleep wondering if she’d ever know.
The plants covered and smothered the forgetful gardener.
The grim fog clung to the sun’s rays.
She blanched. He really could play Blanch Dubois.
“What’s happening, little brother?” “Just some galactic domination.”