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Was the barista a precog? Telepathic? Did it really matter? His coffee was waiting for him on the counter every morning.

I reburied the zombies, packed away the ray gun and handed out pink slips to my minions. I hate the end of summer vacation.

Voter fraud? Not really. True, some of the names on his petition were dead people but why else put a necromancer on staff?

ROU Killing Time wrote:Death's Diary: #3
Death watched as the boy tossed the burlap bag in the river. Meows become bubbles, then go silent. And they call Me cruel.

Cruel? Hey, alligators gotsta eat too.

Good stuff.

tbaker2500 wrote:LOL nice ones BJB.

Thanks for the encouragement. You folks have set a high bar.

In Honor of Presidents' Day:

General Washington had been expecting a troop of Hessian DRAGOONS. Damn that illiterate scout. He ran from the flames.

We soccer moms lay in the dirt, beaten. Damn hockey moms had much better gear. I grinned. They'd face the skeet moms next.

After breakfast, the plant telepath joyfully swung his scythe through the field of grain. He loved the scream o' wheat.

(Inspired by Rou Killing Time)

Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote:

bugjackbarron wrote:The pages were made of his skin; the spine of his vertebrae. The title, "Cosby," was writ in his blood.

Welcome aboard!

Thanks!

The pages were made of his skin; the spine of his vertebrae. The title, "Cosby," was writ in his blood.

I love comic books.