

Have This DanceHave This DanceHave This Dance
The directors chair sagged, but remained comfortable even after all the abuse Clancy had invested into it. In the seven years since hed stolen it from a vacant back lot and ran, the chair had been the closest thing to a companion hed had in recent memory. Clancy liked furniture that reminded him strongly of himself, which he considered an important attribute in all of his home decoration, such as it could be passed off as; if the world could tell a man by his furniture, he believed, there would truly be fewer problems in it.
That he touted such an idea said more


The KillerThe KillerThe Killer
Room numbers. Duane strolled down the hall, striking a match against the plate of room #314. There was, of course, a no smoking policy. There had always been a no smoking policy. For 55 years, the clerk had reminded him, there had always been a no smoking policy. Duane decided to gamble with the sudden possibility it had been receded in his favor. Late again. An hour this time. He held up the light to loosely hanging cigarette as he sharply turned the corner.
His right eye arched upwards. The end of the hall. If that was his room, their room, then who in holy Hell was stepp
Sora and Riku

Smoke and MirrorsSmoke and MirrorsSmoke and Mirrors
He breathed out. Casually. A thin smoke lingered in front of him only for a brief while, but the smell remained. Always that tell-tale sent. Glancing down at the cigarette, it was limp, almost soggy. Not the proverbial best of the herd. He took it out, flailed it around till the embers died, then dropped it in his pocket. There were never any trash cans around when you needed one. Another person might have just tossed it on the ground, but he'd always harbored a deep resentment for the sort of careless person who would do such a thing. Down the road, there would be a trash bin. He'd toss it then. In the meanwhil
Devious Comments
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Timmy was a Chemist, but Timmy is no more.
What Timmy thought was H20, was H2SO4.
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Hooks for hands! Hooks for hands!
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"You got your parents to go to Mortal Kombat?"
"Yeah."
"How did you manage that?"
"I dunno ... I think I said the phrase 'awesome' a lot."
~~ ~psionronin and *Shellnekoconeko
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