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With all the adrenaline rushing through me I couldn’t even remember how I got into this situation. All I could think of as we walked up the increasingly steep path was the man pointing the gun at me and his partner pointing a gun at Amanda back at the cabin. Soon enough we got to the base of the rock wall.

“They’re up there?” I asked incredulously.

“Why do you think you’re here? You can climb the wall and get the diamonds and if you don’t, the girl dies.”

“What about a rope? I’ve never even climbed this route before!”

“We haven’t got time for that, now move it!”

“Can I at least go around to the other side? There’s a route I’ve done a number of times that would be much better.”

“I’m sorry, maybe you haven’t had a gun pointed at you before. Do you need me to explain how this works? I tell you to do something and you do it, or one of the bullets comes out of here and into your head”. I stared silently at him for a moment. Realizing I had no choice I turned to look at the task at hand.

The base of the wall looked pretty good, lots of grips. Pushing the doubt out of my mind I got to it, foot up, grab a hold, foot up, grab a hold, and so on. After about a minute, the sound of a scream and the gun going off distracted me and almost made me lose my grip. Then I heard Amanda’s voice, “It’s OK, come on down”. I chanced a look down and saw her standing over the man with the gun in her hand. Slowly I climbed back down.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“Didn’t you know I’m a ninja?” she said with a grin.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot. Want to get some frosty chocolate milkshakes?”

“Yeah, totally!” she said, walking with me back to the cabin.

The giant was bored.

Having successfully terrified the entire population of Columbus, Ohio there weren’t any people left to smash, throw, or eat. He actually didn’t feel like doing much more than settling down on the parking garage for the night and flipping through the channels on the arena’s display downtown. After hopefully ripping open a few last buildings he gave up.

As he started to walk down high street, he saw a figure heading toward him. It was hard to make through the dust he had been kicking up, but soon enough the hottest giant he ever saw came into view. She was a little short at 900 feet tall or so with bright red hair and a smile he couldn’t stop looking at. When she got close enough to him she said, “I’m sorry, is this your city? I was trying to find a field to rest for the night and when I saw the city I had hoped there would be somebody who could recommend some place to me”.

Still a bit dumbstruck the giant paused for a moment before saying, “Umm, yeah. Field good. Field there”. He pointed to the west. She smiled again and thanked him, stepping over a bar to head in the direction he indicated. “Wait!” said the giant, causing the giantess to turn. He walked north a block or two and grabbed a large sunflower in front of a building, returning to hand it to her.

She took it and said coyly, “Is there room enough in that field for two”? Nodding silently with a sloppy smile he took her hand, not even noticing when he stepped in a Starbucks.

An Open Letter From Bill Cosby

You have perhaps heard me talk on issues concerning the African American community such as a lack of focus on education, crime, and the hip hop music. Today I’d like to address one more concern regarding a growing problem with today’s black youth. More and more young men, through laziness and a general lack of education, are wearing away the hard earned sexual reputation men of color have worked so long and hard to earn.

Earlier this century a black man wasn’t able to touch a white woman without being lynched, let alone caress the most tender parts of her body. It’s still said that “once you go black, you never go back”, but I believe this to be out of sheer momentum that this belief persists. Young African American men are spending their nights running from the police and smoking the pot when they should be spending their nights reminding their special woman why they picked the darkest skinned man in the bar.

The problem as I see it is a lack of solid role models. Parents, teachers, and leaders in the community need to make it clear that a young man needs to work hard to continue carrying the torch passed down by forefathers of lust like Shaft, Jimi Hendrix, and James Brown. If not there could be a tragic downturn in tail for future generations of African Americans.

The cat has always been a favorite prey to the sly and nimble mummy. In the jungle depths of the Congo a mummy will perch silently in a tree for hours waiting for an opportunity to strike. Ever the picky hunter, the patient mummy alertly observes the ground below. Eventually, a lazy cat twists around trees and through shrubbery. Perking it’s ears and looking about, it stops for a moment. That moment is just what the mummy needs.

A flash of green and the cat is struck by an ancient Egyptian curse. Dazed, it is now a simple task for the mummy to slowly wrap it’s victim in it’s natural silken bandages. When it is completely enveloped, the cat is lifted up into the canopy of the tall jungle trees where it is left, sometimes with other catches, to cure for weeks. The mummy’s natural production of salt is steeped into it’s bandages to preserve and add flavor to it’s future meal.

The luxurious invisible store is located on high street, filled with luxurious invisible items. That’s right, the store isn’t invisible, just the products. Otherwise business would no doubt be slow.

Nobody is quite sure what sort of invisible things are sold in the store and their luxuriousness remains in question, for of course such judgements are quite difficult.

Due to a strict You-Break-It-You-Buy-It policy, the store is only for the most adventurous and/or wealthy shoppers. Any given visit could mean unintentionally spending anywhere from a dollar to a modest life savings. This all depends on who is the attendent at the cash register and how much they feel like charging (the price tags are also invisible, unfortunately). This policy is accounts for 90% of the store’s income.

There are no window shoppers, of course, in part because there are no windows (or doors for that matter). Those thick enough to attempt to illicitly acquire invisible bounty usually find no place to sell it. Not that the owners would notice a theft anyway, as they keep no inventory of their stock.

Always a fun curiosity, check out the luxurious invisible store if you’ve ever in town.

Note: Thanks to Monkey Business Labs’ Idea Generator widget for the spark that started this entry.

It was a dark winter evening. After getting off work Brian headed over to a dark corner of campus to meet a friend and see Saul Williams’ unique brand of poetry. Uneasy, Brian was constantly looking over his shoulder. It had been a while since he had come around this part of OSU, and for good reason. Five years he survived this place before getting the hell out.

Brian turned his head quickly. It was so quick it could have been an anomaly in his imagination, but he knew better. It was foolish to think he could just walk down the street like he used to. He should have stayed indoors and used the archaic network of walkways that crisscrossed over the maze of roads and sidewalks.

Then they were there. Five of them. Two freshmen, two sophomores, and Optical, a tall senior with a mess of brown hair and a pair of glasses with one lens missing.

“Alpha… Haven’t seen you in a while. I hear they got you workin’ up in the Humanities College.” The disdain behind those last two words was palpable. “Shouldn’t you be back there dissecting some postmodern arguments?”

Brian took a minute to look over the crew. All of them had scars cutting through tattoos of mathematical formulas and diagrams. “That’s funny, Opti. You know I’m doin’ tech support.”

Optical smirked, “I hope they give you good life insurance, because I expect they won’t find more than a picoliter of you when we’re done.” He stepped closer, followed by his cronies.

“What’s your tolerance on that estimate?” said a voice from the shadows. They all looked just as Professor Q stepped into the light. Seeing him, Optical shot a last look at Brian with squinted eyes and was gone a second later.

“Were they that bad when I was here?” Brian asked the professor.

“Oh my, I seem to recall them being quite a bit worse,” he said, grinning as they walked on down the street.