His Flesh Took Paleness From His Bones.

God, Here And There, Makes Madness A Calling.

Everyone Has A Telephone. Whether They Can Afford It Or Not. It's One Of Those Things That People Have, Regardless Of Their Income.

Miraculously, Smoke Curled Out Of His Own Mouth, His Nose, His Ears, His Eyes, As If His Soul Had Been Extinguished Within His Lungs At The Very Moment The Sweet Pumpkin Gave Up Its Incensed Ghost.

The Faster You Blurt, The More Swiftly You Write, The More Honest You Are.

Write A Short Story Every Week. It's Not Possible To Write 52 Bad Short Stories In A Row.