I believe in whacking a reader upside the head, toss them screaming into the book, and just when they think they are starting to figure things out toss a curveball. they say that you don't have to be mad to be a writer, but it sure helps.
Ponce de Leon Was Such A Bloody Idiot
Ponce de Leon Was Such A Bloody Idiot I screamed in agony for a week; burning, every cell in my body on fire. The injections were easy enough, once a day for seven days. Being strapped up in bed beside several others screaming in a symphony of holy torture wasn't.
The Mysterious Mr. Jones
The Mysterious Mr. Jones "Can't say I've ever seen that before." He counted again tapping his double ended pigtail explorer tool along the row of teeth and asked his assistant to take x-rays. The dentist, Dr. Mark Huang, pronounced Wong, to his clients and customers but, on occasion, his wife would call him Dr. M. HU-ang, because she knew how much he disliked it. When she full-named him Mark knew he was in the doghouse. Mark stared again at the man's overly mouthful of teeth. The other thing that struck as odd was their size, they were about a third smaller than usual. Which would account for his rather normal sized jaw and not some hulking chimpanzee-sized jaw.
Madness, Mexico, and Motherhood
My mother was quite the character. The last thing she said to us, before we lost her on our holidays in Mexico, was: "Madness, they say, merely depends on which end of the knife blade you’re staring at and who’s holding the gun to your head."