Wilfred crossbred canines with chickens, producing winged dogs. All the rage in LA…till a leash got tangled in a power line.

I opened the window and looked at the moon. Your body was still there. The cameras had seen me do it, but no one had jurisdiction to try me.

The TV learned to turn itself on. It watched the family in the room. They just sat there staring. The TV got bored and turned off forever.

Keith realized he couldn’t feel his heartbeat. Concerned, he went to have it checked. The doctor cleared his memory banks and rebooted.

Mary had a thing for werewolves, but she liked them shaved. A combo of her love for the moon and her job as a dog groomer.

The coffee called to Alex from the kitchen. He obeyed, drinking his fifth cup. It was in control of the body now. There was no more Alex.

The garden gnomes waited for night, then entered the house, posing the humans in funny ways, calling them “cute,” before returning outside.

Hard being a superhero. Not a lot of me time. Turn off my phone for five minutes and everyone starts dying.

Holding her umbrella, the wind swept Annie into the sky. Felt like she was flying. She let the umbrella go. Oops, it had the magic.

Phil wanted to be the perfect father. He bought Danielle a pony. She rode it on the first, third, and fifth weekends of the month.

Noticed her legs first. Strong and lean. Long scar on the back of one. I took my time approaching. Kissed her on the nose. Great horse.

I am lonely. I make paper people out of old newspapers. We sit and talk. We start to bicker. They throw me out, bundled by the curb.

After a few days, I got used to being a bird. No more job. No more putting up with people’s crap. Now, they had to put up with mine.

Tim and the rocket lifted off, leaving Earth behind to pick up his mail-order bride. He paid extra to ensure their bodies were compatible.

“You’re a cow,” said Farmer. “I’m a dog,” said Cow. “Prove it.” He threw a ball. Cow fetched. “All right, you can sleep in the house.”

Saw myself coming out of the pharmacy the other day. Wondered what I had. Some things better not to know. Better go back to my own time.

I am lying in the sun looking at the clouds. That puffy one looks like you. “Phil?” I say. No answer. I guess we’re still not speaking.

Earl’s feelings hurt when people called him “swine.” They said it like a bad thing. Wasn’t he the one who would provide bacon for them?

The therapy seemed to be working until I realized I was the patient, not the doctor. It got worse when I discovered I was just the chair.