MONSTER POLITICS “I’m inviting Dracula to serve as Pumpkin King while Jack is on vacation,” said Frankenstein, Frankenweenie at his side.
The table is set and I have “Symbiotic” by Conundrum playing on the stereo. Expecting a guest, I open the door and Raven pops out of the gloaming. “Why did you unfollow me?” she asks.
Panic engulfed Cedric as he snuck out of the Hufflepuff house to get to Hermione. The fulgent torches illuminated his way as a tissue floated through the whiffle of wind. He imagined this sequence of events: an aperitif, popcorn and Scooby Doo, followed by some yum-tastic Blakeycakes and a slow dance.
“I have a pain,” Amy tells the ER physician. “That’s a bit obtuse. What kind of pain?” The doctor asks. “A Presidential pain.”
“Barbara, you’re the next contestant on the Price is Right Birthday edition!” Barbara stumbled down the aisle in her obsequious manner, hung over after her daughter’s herdert nuptials, almost causing her to fall.
“I think it’s my kismet to start a Youtube channel!” Sharon said, as she drove her jalopy through the desert after jujitsu, diaphoretic. “Fun.” Daffodil replied with ambivalent resignation.
Teresa leans over and whispers. “Let’s fack with Susie.” I nod in agreement.
After twenty one years of marriage, my husband is watching football on our anniversary. It was just happenstance that I met the old hippie. It started as friendship, not all Capulet and Montague. He was just a distraction. I was in this self-destructive relationship with an inked guy who spoke in all tautology, always saying …
“Hi Brooklyn. How was school?” “Call me $50. I’m Brooklyn nevermore.” “What?”