The blonde haired girl was sitting near the window of her tower and was about to close the shutters when she heard a sound below. Peeking out, she saw a young man free climbing the tower’s stone wall.

His skill was apparent as he found his way to the windows ledge in no time. As for Rapunzel, she stood against the far side of the room in amazement, because he was her first-ever visitor.

“Beg your pardon,” he stuttered as he climbed through the window, “I had no idea anyone lived here.”

Rapunzel was about to reply when a voice was heard from below, “Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!”

“Quick! Hide!” Rapunzel hissed, “If mother finds you, she’ll kill you.”

The man quickly climbed inside the nearby wardrobe and Rapunzel closed the door behind him. She then sent her hair down and waited as her mother climbed up.

“Rapunzel, my darling,” the mother croaked, hugging her daughter, “It’s so good to see — wait – something’s not right.”

The mother looked around the room, before opening the wardrobe’s doors. The man tried to reason with her, but she stabbed him anyway, then stood over him and watched as he bled to death.

“When I said that no one was to enter – I. MEANT. NO. ONE,” the women growled at her daughter, “now clean this mess up and find a way to get rid of that body!”

The woman promptly left the tower the same way she got in. In shock and frightened, the young girl dutifully did as her mother commanded.

Later that night, “Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!”

No response. This time the woman bellowed her order and Rapunzel obeyed.

Instead of her hair landing with its ususal soft flump and because of the body it concealed, the golden locks crashed violently a top of the unsuspecting mother, instantly breaking her neck. Rapunzel quickly retrieved her long hair, tied the ends to the frame of her bed, tossed it out the window again, climbed down, then cut the troublesome hair away, using a knife she held clinched between her teeth, and lived as free woman for the rest of her life.

‘What if…’ is the greatest beginning to a question the world will ever know.

We’ve been working on the displacement project for so long now, that it never occurred to any of us that we may have ruptured the world-line and captured ourselves in an endless and repetitive loop. That is until now…now…now…

With the increase in self-driving vehicles, it won’t be long before there’s a country song about how a man’s truck jus’ up and left him, taking his dog with it.

I think I’ve figured it out — every time I lose a sock in the dryer, it comes back as a Tupperware lid that doesn’t fit a damned thing.

Well damn it, I did it this time. I’ve gone done shot my mouth off.

Now, I can’t find my lips and I really need to reload.

Living in an apartment is a real pain in the ass. I mean how is a professional serial killer supposed to get rid of bodies with out getting caught?

I used to know this super great real estate agent…but…well, you know how it goes.

“It’s said that ‘man cannot live by bread alone,’” he called out. In silence, he proceeded to gnaw at the stale gluten-filled crust, before adding, “If not wine, then how about a shot of whiskey?”

Concrete walls echoed his refrain.

I bet clouds look down at us and say ‘That one’s shaped like an idiot!’

When did penguins start living in the desert? I never learned about this in school back in the day.

And why doesn’t Nevada have any?