Rock the Vote ! Go out & Vote on Nov 4! USA Forever!!!
by xtian

Comment:
Many people thought it was just going over the line when Sarah Palin tried desperately to nail down the gay vote.

Burden
by CorySmith

Comment:
He stood sentry. The town knew him as a crack shot, and thus he was called upon frequently for guard duty. Especially now that news had reached the Sheriff that Bobby "Big Guns" Bolster was on the prowl.

Suddenly, he heard a crack in the tree above him and raised his finger gun in alarm. With a shout, the bandits dropped from the branches and drew guns of their own. Double five-shooters!

He did a roll, to put himself behind the trough, and heard the shots as they rang out all around him. "bang! bang!" "Pew! Pew!"

He waited until the shooting stopped, and he knew the enemy had to reload. With a yell, he popped out from behind the trough and fired. "Krakow! Krakow!" His 44 magnum tore through the night. "I got you Jimmy!" he cried.

"Oh, I'm hit!" yelled Jimmy and dropped to the ground.

He had missed the other bandit, who he had identified as Bobby himself, and rolled back behind the trough as more shots from Bobby rang through the air.

An hour later, after a most exhausting run through the town, and a spirited gun battle, he finally cut Bobby down in the square. Then, gathering everyone up, they congratulated each other on a very fun game and went off for beer and nachos.

Frisbee
by dougi555

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He bent down and picked up the strange golden disc from the ground. He'd never seen it's like before. It had a texture that was smooth as silk, yet was hard as diamond. Turning it over in his hands, he noticed what could be described as a button, though it had no creases or indentations to mark it as so. It just existed there, on the surface, as if part of it and separate from it simultaneously. Transfixed, he pressed the button, and was suddenly hit by what felt like an electric shock. He gasped as his whole body began to shimmer, and then started to turn black as the blackest night, before fading away all together.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, until he suddenly realized just what this was. People passed right by him, yet saw nothing. He waved at them wildly, they never reacted. He grinned to himself. This was a personal cloaking device. He was invisible. He couldn't be seen.

As the possibilities began to fly through his mind, he started to walk away, and knew his life would never be the same.

Spacious Skies & Amber Waves
by NikonJeb

Comment:
Centuries later, when the first alien visitors arrived on our planet, they were met only by Steven, The Last Combine. Sadly, he was also the last working relic of human civilization, long since destroyed by their own foolishness.

The alien peoples looked on Steven as a demi-god, and worshiped his never-ending toiling to provide grain for a humanity that only existed in his fevered and tortured mind, and so he toiled for centuries more, and whether or not his work ever ended, was lost to the sands of time.

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Garden
by incubus

Comment:
It was a rare and tragic clash of cultures that day. As the angels Mistra and Gabriel sat in the garden, reading the sacred Mirror of Babylon, they were suddenly confronted by the Gorgon Medusa.

Before they could react and turn their gaze, her gaze had turned them into stone. For this encounter, Greek Mythology won the day, but God would eventually get his revenge.

Spilled Milk
by njsabs

Comment:
Nicky had been doing fine up until this point, but when he was told just where the thermometer had to go as part of the final check-up, well...

That was just too damn much.

The passenger
by hajeka

Comment:
It started out like every other ride home. The evening commute was generally a bore. He boarded the train at Stropping station at 5:30pm, sat in row 6, seat 34, every day. He was such a regular that the other passengers wouldn't dare to take that seat. He would then spend the next 2 hours watching out the window at the dull and endless scenery that had become so entrenched in his brain that he would dream of it in his sleep, like a broken and repeating film reel.

Yes, it started out like that today. He boarded, found his seat, and settled back to stare out endlessly as he always did, and for a time, it went as it always did. When he finally noticed that things were changing, he couldn't be sure for how long they had been. He'd drifted off into that semi-conscious state that one enters when they are too familiar with the thing that passes before their eyes, and he thought that it probably took quite some time for the fact that it wasn't the same to break that spell.

For things now weren't the same. Oh, the things passing by him were as they always were, but there was a stark and terrifying difference. As he blinked and rubbed his eyes, hopping it was a dream or a trick of the light, he realized he wasn't seeing things. It was as real as real could be. The color had drained out of everything that he was seeing. No green in the trees or grass. No blue in the sky. No reds, browns, yellows. All was a stark monochrome. As if someone had simply turned a knob and sucked the color dry.

As he stared, he happened to look down, and blinked yet again. So there was color, but it was only on the train. With another start, he realized that the train wasn't plodding along as it usually did. No, it was racing along. Racing and gaining speed all the time. With a shocked start, he sat bolt upright and started to call to the other passengers to see if they could see and feel what he was. His voiced died before it passed his tongue. There were no other passengers.

It was then that a panic that he was not even aware was building took him over completely, and as the train's acceleration shot it into speeds that defied the laws of physics, the lone passenger lay screaming on the floor, and was transported to a dimension in which he didn't belong.

"Eternity compressed into a moment"
by Ivo

Comment:
It was Jake's first time fishing, and when he hooked a monster fish, he didn't know just how much of a monster it really was, and when that red-eyed demon took his leg off at the knee, well...

That was a fish story to end all fish stories.

autumn sunset
by cirrasch

Comment:
He'd been lost in the woods for what seemed like days. He'd been separated from his group when he'd heard what had sounded like a strangled cry from a copse of trees, but when he'd investigated, had seen nothing. Turning to go back to the path, he'd found that he couldn't find it. All there had been was vegetation, and none of it familiar.

Panicked, he'd scrambled this way and that, running around, crying out, desperate for find his mates. There had been no answering calls, the path remained elusive, and the more he went, the deeper and deeper into the woods he seemed to go.

Now, as he stumbled along in the golden light just before another night fell (and he dreaded that nightfall, for it gave birth to sounds and presences that chilled his very heart), he suddenly came into a clearing that he hadn't seen before. He looked around, blinking his eyes, and then stopped dead. There, half folded into the leaves and grasses, lay the most captivating being he had ever seen. It had the appearance of a nude, hauntingly beautiful woman, but something told him that this was no human female, for it exuded an aura that transfixed him, muddled him.

The being turned its head and smiled, eyes shining and glinting in the golden light. He stood there, slack-jawed and still. It lifted a hand and silently beckoned to him. At that, any will he might have had drifted away and he went to her.

He went to her, and as he reached her, he gazed on in horror as she transformed into an evil without description, and then he knew no more.

Early morning Damsel fly
by MattO

Comment:
Jimmy glared angrily across the foliage at his flight instructor. For months the guy had been on his case. For months he'd done everything possible to make sure that Jimmy wouldn't pass. Now, it was the day of the test, and Jimmy had been sent to platform 20, a platform well known for its existence in a troublesome area of cross-winds. A platform that had been the site of many a devastating and tragic crash.

This was to be where Jimmy was to perform his final flight evaluation. It was a set-up designed to see him fail.

Well that failure would not be his. Not today. The instructor would rue the day that he had messed with Jimmy the Dragon. Today, he would FLY. Jimmy flexed his wings, set his face in a hard and determined glare, and launched into the air...