“Havin’ brains don’t mean I use ‘em much.”
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
His luck ran out on his last bet.
“I love Twinkies!”
“They don’t love you back.”
She wept with all her heart: he lived.
“…Then I made dinner.”
“You like this girl?”
“Tomorrow I’ll try again.”
“And you’ll fail.”
“So?”
The dog nuzzled his master’s skeletal hand again.
The time traveling tyrannosaurus burped. “Sorry, human reflux.”
The emperor attended the gala in “new clothes.”
He protected her from monsters but not himself.
Rock the Park was interrupted by a meteor.
The trees danced until the hiker came by.
She flew back to find her daughter older.
“Can I help you?”
“Got a psychiatric degree?”
The monster crunched the bones. “Ewww a tendon!”
The last starship set out for greener worlds.
The sick girl left school for the concert.
The man pleaded innocence then did it again
He lost his only friend to her maturity.