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I can still manage to force myself to dream about just about anything. I'm not, by any means, a lucid dreamer. Hell, I have trouble believing that's even possible. But, if I think about something and focus on it as I drift to sleep, I apparently continue to focus on it throughout the night. On a com...

This drabble is horrible... and AWESOME!
There's nothing I'm inter... never mind it's AWESOME!
It doesn't do... nope its AWESOME!

My brain hurts.

I really enjoyed this drabble and the reread. And the re-re-read. ...but I have no idea why.

Let's just hope the old man up the hill wasn't handing any of this stuff out last night to the wee little dragons... Great DrabblePoem, Phyx! Thanks! It wasn't supposed to be a poem. It just happened. When I noticed it, I just reformatted, shifted some words around, and reworded a couple things. Al...

Thank you for the input. I agree with both suggestions. I suppose I should take a minute and edit sometimes, before posting, rather than just trusting that I can ramble off 100 words and call it good. As far as your question, the 'switch' turns on the light. I was envisioning a sad man, consistently...

Does it come with internet access?
I don't care much for much television, but free brain-internet... yeah.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. It’s just not working out,” Nynyan said, choking back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He thought about the time he put into her... the labor... the training. “...but I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I have given you everything: physically... emotionally......

There’s an old man up the hill that sells a happy, little pill. Dragon’s seed, they call the ride, that makes you feel STRONG inside. “You’ll see the colors and the light. Experience the gift of flight! It will open up your eyes to ecstasy between your thighs. The highest cloud in the sky, an advent...

Another evening passed as a troll –ugly even for his species—growled at his assignment. He’d always grumbled at guarding that bridge, but secretly loved his station amongst the Sprites and Fae, the Drow and Dryad. Each day he stood vigilant, riddles in hand. His heart would race as he considered the...

Wow. This little drabble could effortlessly spawn a heated debate. That being said, I shall opt to hold my tongue... for this is the type of debate in which I find myself either angering the people around me or vigorously bashing my head against the hardest surface available with vehement frustratio...

The joke is on everyone else. A full school-year of that and her calves will be made of obsidian.

She's getting the best workout of all of them.

Is anyone else hungry?

“Come in, my good man! The feast will be prepared soon. Follow me this way and I shall lead you to your private room.” Feast on an endangered species, what a sales pitch. I just couldn’t help myself. “Sit in here, Sir and I will ring up your order.” Ring up? I paid ten grand at the door. Why isn’t i...

Jacobson's organ does sorta sound like something the girls might talk about around the pool at the country club. But no, turns out its the organ in reptiles that makes them acutely sensitive to scents. Which is why, if you get one of those pheromone sprays to turn on your woman, the snakes will get...

Kyle XY fan, I presume.

strawman wrote:Maybe the only balance is to judge only yourself.
Practicing love and forgiveness makes miracles.
The biggest miracle of all being what it does to you.
Look around and see where this world of judgement has gotten us.

...truer words rarely spoken.

I'm afraid I don't get it, Pants.
Could you please, in graphic detail, explain?
Thank you.

I really like this...

I'm probably too new to be rolling out a welcome mat, but welcome!

There are times when the power of word is the best option; and other times –the sword. Dishonor: a word I do not take lightly, nor do I suffer the dishonored. Yet sometimes the line is crossed with naught but noble intent. Can a man truly strive for honor and still fall neck-deep in tar, wading thro...