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This one's a grin-inducer. Nice job!

Beautiful.

Hahaha! I was afraid you were going to be too obvious about the punchline, but you delivered it perfectly.

Thanks for the kind words, gang. You kids are nifty.

Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote:I could swear I've read a variant of this, but can't place it.

Whenever I write something I like, there's always a nagging thought: If I thunk of it, someone else probably already has, too.

The impatient Genie glared. "Gimme a minute," said Roger, who was genre savvy enough to know that wishes often backfired. Irresistible to women? He'd seen that go wrong in the stories. Eternal life? He'd be alive when the sun burned out. And beyond. Unbelievable wealth? Tempting, but even Roger knew...

They refer to me in the papers as The Cut-Up. I don't mind. I carve that name into the bodies of my subjects in pretty, exaggerated cursive. They wonder about my strange methods; why the whimsical signature? Why do I vacuum-pack each victim in plastic? And why on Earth do I always remove the liver? ...

The people of Earth were confused and intrigued by the cryptic message, sent from space in rudimentary English: "we behold you. we bring worship you deserve." They had obviously monitored our media enough to learn one of our languages, but their meaning was unclear; had these aliens deemed mankind w...

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
"The Beholder" is what I called my nosey neighbor.
"Beauty" is my favorite ice pick.

Really enjoyed this one!

I was pretty awed that you pulled it off. I don't think I could have.

Yeah, I figured why not go all the way with it this time.

Hunger and hate had finally been eradicated. Mankind's future was finally bright and sunny!

And then the world blew up.

You may have a point there.

"You always hurt the one you love" says the old adage.
It took hours and hours to demonstrate how much he really loved her.

That made my day.

Abner cursed his increasing senility; tonight was Halloween and he’d nearly forgotten to poison the candy. Although he'd secretly killed many neighborhood pets during his wretched ninety-six years, he'd never quite satisfied his murderous urges. But children ? Oh, the very idea made him swoon. So he...

The second and third were my favorites. Good stuff!

strawman wrote: Would you call him a Tick Tocket?

Why yes, yes sir, I would. I only wish I'd been clever enough to think of it.