• The Gnawing

    “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!’

  • Desert Penguins?

    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?

  • Honey Bees

    The body made a relaxed thud as it toppled into the pre-dug hole following the echo of the single gunshot. It was then covered in loose dirt from the hole and disguised with flowers planted on top and each in a perfect row.

    The honey bees were never so happy that spring.

  • While saying prayers last night, the dogma ate my religion.

  • Irony is getting pregnant on a pull-out bed.

  • Messy Embrace

    The suicidal man watched the bomber, with his explosive-laden vest and dead-mans switch, and sighed. “Hey, long time no see, my friend,” he called out as he enveloped the astonished stranger in a long bear hug.

    The ensuing blast was a messy embrace that saved several lives.

  • Footprints

    She had memorized the poem, ‘Footprints in the Sand,’ before going to the beach that summer afternoon. And when she looked back, she saw nothing — not even her own prints.

    That days sea had came with a wicked riptide.

  • The emptier the wagon, the greater the noise it makes.