We practiced sitting in our Faraday cages for several minutes, not moving, not even speaking, and when somebody would cough or clear their throat, the Sergeant said “No,” and shook his head. You couldn’t make even the slightest sound.

For a couple of years there, you could walk down to Sears and buy a working Laslow motor right off the shelf.

Some people who were supposed to have died in the jungle made it out alive, and some people who were supposed to be alive never made it out of the jungle.

He asked what I meant by that, and I told him what had happened. He threw his arms up in disgust.
“Why are you down here making a blog entry?” He said.

We were above the tree line, now, where life was cheap and everything was in conspiracy.

Little is known about the area, however scientists have successfully verified that, somewhat unexpectedly, it contains unusually high levels of ghosts and monsters.

One impolite thing that time travelers do a lot is press the button on their belt which activates the time machine.

“You see that crack in the air,” I said, pointing up.

I hate this story.

I couldn’t accept another draw.

I was sixty clicks southwest of Baghdad, sweating under the angry sun.

One person broke down, and everybody behind him stopped, and then, when they least expected it, they were covered by an avalanche.

This morning I went out to cut a path to the garage, but I couldn’t find the snow shovel, because it was buried under the snow.

“I do not understand why people are born these days with nothing in their throats. Is it the same in England now as well?”

“You’re Basilio Domenico,” I exclaimed. Some of the people walking by turned to look at me, not because the name meant anything to them, but because I had almost shouted the words.

The veterans, the old-time players, said something that had always stuck in my mind: “You whack a thousand moles, one time the mole whacks you back.”

“I am sorry I could not give you your revolution, Generalisimo,” I said, staring at the branches and the trunk of a tree.

The guitar was made out of an advanced synthetic polymer that felt almost exactly like the fine mahogany used in a Gibson SG.

I felt sure that if anybody could resolve the question of whether Cherif’s assumptions about the cardiovascular system were based on reason or on childish naivety, it would be my old buddy Gdel.

“One good line I have so far is when Tigger says, ‘Yeah, all of us went a little crazy… but most of all Winnie the Pooh.”

During this time he was involved in many criminal deeds as part of The Iron Maiden’s army of super-powered mind slaves, including the infamous theft of the president’s memory and subsequent high-stakes auction

I needed a taco and I needed it bad.

Cindy Fielding was a good reporter, maybe even the best, but sometimes her job got her into trouble.

We’re talking about nitrates, boy, nitrates!

The foreign man hissed like the lowest note on an oboe, as a column of golden light engulfed him, and shined through him as it does through a stained-glass picture of Saint George.

The five most renowned economists in Europe lounged in deep chairs at the most exclusive gentlemen’s club on St. James Street, where all the affairs of the world were decided.

Looking back, I think the day that sparrow died was the day I stopped being a boy, and started becoming a man.

The pirate who had diagnosed the captain set his hammer down on a plank of wood. He wiped the sweat off his brow and drank from a flask of rum he had hidden away.

“Where are you going, Lou?”
“To stop a killer,” I yelled back over my shoulder.

“Hello Kareem,” he said. Kareem was named after a basketball player.
“Greetings, human. I have finished compacting these rocks.”

The next day at breakfast she asked him again what he’d been doing going out for walks at midnight. He said, “Can’t a man have a few secrets?”

“Perhaps it is best that I am not a senator of this state, since my only goal would be to pass a law that certain people I do not like would be forced to gather in a public square and dance for my amusement until their hearts explode,” explained The Colonel, staring dreamily across the river.

A Constitutional Crisis

The Great Karzini could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, but accidentally pulled out half a dozen brightly colored silk bandannas that had been knotted together.

Then I heard the spade hit something solid and the man in the forest stepped into view

A couple months later, I got a letter. It was from my right arm.

“That is precisely why I have gathered you all here, Captain Pendleton! I intend to prove that my friend Sir Humphrey could not possibly have committed the crime!”

“Nothing is consumed, it is merely redistributed,” said the stranger, as if correcting me.

The manager at Fred Meyer takes out a pen and poises his hand to write. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” he asks.

They were somewhere between the Rhine and Rhone, on the Furka-Oberalp railway, and the train clicked on steadily into the night.

Professor Laslow teams up with his arch-nemesis Finnegan Helm to save London from zombies.