QBCPerdition

"If we don't get out of here, we're going to die!" Ryland yelled, but everyone just stared at him. He scrambled to his feet and staggered over by Jack and the professor guy, Ed something he was sure his name was. "You knew about this didn't you!" By the time Ryland made it to them and grabbed onto Jack's collar, the pilot and the rest of the council were there. He swung on the pilot and punched him in the face. "You must have seen it! You know we're gonna die! That's why you haven't even tried to get us home!" The pilot jumped up from the floor where Ryland's hit had flung him and threw himself back at Ryland. Just before his hands coul

 "Yes, um, well," he started, then cleared his throat. "I think we may have crashed a bit farther from home than we thought. About 250 million years farther." Ed took a peculiar joy in being so dramatic. Very rarely had he been in a position to deliver a news flash like this. He felt rather like the newscasters who covered the Hindenburg crash, JFK's shooting, the moon landing, and the discovery of actual life on Mars. He figured the shock of just where they were hadn't sunk in yet, and the bump he'd taken on his head during the crash may have had something to do with that. And that was a Lystrosaurus, a real live one. This was better than

Why did the chicken cross the road? Not to get to the other side. For that side was no different than his and offered no place to hide. Perhaps he crossed to say he had, Bragging rights at the bar. Perhaps the cattle dared him to race the speeding car. Why don't we ask him ourselves and put it all behind us? For only he can say for sure why he created all the fuss. Alas we cannot ask him and the truth will not be told. For upon return, a semi came and ground him in the road. The rest is speculation battered 'round on idle days. And from this comes a lesson: Always look both ways.

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home, as long as it's huge with a big yard to roam. Way out in the suburbs on my perfect green lawn, with my wife, my two kids and my dog looking on. The pool is an in-ground for when we stay here, and the cabin's just perfect; not too far or near. With the hibachi burning and the steaks nice and thick, if our neighbors want seconds they'd better be quick. My wife's new Explorer and my red Corvette look great by the boat that we just had to get. My credit card limit has risen again. Which is great, 'cus there's always much more I can spend. Our bills are atrocious but we can get by livi

My heart's desire puddled at my feet You've softly just said "No" I'll never find another who can meet The beauty that you show I bravely laid my heart out on the line To finally let you in Now I see I wasted too much time Shyness my only sin Had I spoken up sooner, maybe then Your answer would have been good Now I wait for never, 'cause only then Can I redo what I should This is my own personal perspective Maybe yours is not the same Changing your mind's not my objective It's to release; not to gain I know you never wanted to hurt me And for that I'm truly glad Because now, I'll never have to see How it would feel if you h

On a bed you entered my life We held you asleep in our arms Your first bed was in our room To keep you out of harm. Your bed then moved to the room next door But in you ran when thunder rolled. Later you stopped us from tucking you in You claimed you were too old. And in that bed you left my life Your laughter comes no more. Alone in darkness now you sleep While I sleep on the floor.

I drive straight ahead, hovering around 40. It's great to get out of there and I'm pleased at what appears ahead. The bright yellow sun shines out of a clear blue sky. Yet, in my rearview mirror are big, gray clouds ripped By intense, but rare, flashes of lightning. I look at the people on the opposite side, driving Out of the pleasant day and into the maw of the storm. I feel sorry for them, wondering why they chose that path. Ahead the road curves, throwing me into limbo. To the right is the bright, clear day, To the left is the angry, black storm. I'm balanced between them, high wire, no net. They pull at me with wind, whippin

        Across the horizon a brief, bright burst of lightning heralded the coming storm. Jason knew he should head back home, but he figured just a few more miles couldn't hurt. He pushed the accelerator all the way to the floor and his car jumped onto the onramp. He had just turned 16, and while his car wouldn't win any beauty pageants, he still felt very proud of it. He named it Shelly, to the rampant amusement of his friends. The wind began to howl as he finally decided to turn back for home. Another flash of lightning revealed the wet road ahead of him. His headlights picking up the dashed white line as luminescent bursts of white again

Green grass flooding, blue skies too, and the grey clouds come alive we're helped by our "allies", but the bad guys sit and hide. Build a bomb in Bangladesh, and ship it to Beirut by the time somebody figures out, there won't be time to shoot. Our terror level won't go up, 'cuz the plans aren't decades old the "leadership" won't know a thing, and the people won't be told. The only way to win this "war", and help to save the Earth is to stop and try to figure out, why do they hate us first. After that we need to change and respect all ways of life help the poor and destitute, and minimize their strife. Respect all cultures, big and s