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- a chocolate sundae with a creature, but it was just friendly dessert, the monster didn't have to get so territorial on Mark. Yes, Mark had been following me but only to make sure
- Real artists, starving artists with undeniable spark, eliciting emotion from even the likes of Ben Stein. He sighed as the popstar's girlfriend paraded her toddler around the set
- could see me and laughed at my disgust. When sleeping she looked completely different. She gnashed her teeth and roared which kind of reminded me of Where the Wild Things Are. I pa
- shutter. Pickles purchased her first tube of lipstick. When she painted her lips red, they practiclly lept out in contrast to her dowdy grey clothes. Her world started to change
- "My Life on the Bench." I would put a photo of a crack in the sidewalk on the cover. The park bench was where I listened to talk about hurt and wasted dreams. Those stories needed
- living organisms. Nothing could hurt me. My superhuman cells would fight off 'bugs' from the galaxy's mulching sector like none other. They kept me working there, chained to the
- where the shards went, but at the last second he lifted up his arms to shield his face and took two steps back, right onto a sharp sliver. Good thing he was wearing thick heels.
- Plus it was hotter than a sheep's butt in a pepper patch up there. "Hurry up, I'm fit to burst," said Stephen, crossing all six legs. But the flytrappin' redneck Martian kids
- skittles & coke. I felt the pressure building up & gushed "I bet you like 'splosions huh?". A bit of spittle shot from my lips. Duh! She's the girl of my dreams & I say the stupid
- The skimmer was on autopilot navigating just above the EF ring gap of J1407b which gave a spectacular view of starrise over the disk, but both Pilot Manjack & the only passenger
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- Uncertain of weather it was her insuicance or his temerity, Dan Betward could read the writing on the wall. He decided it was useless to continue playing the entertaining fool, and…
- I never needed to learn to speak. Never had a childhood of any sort. I began my existence knowing exactly who I was and what I was meant for. This has never bothered me before, but…
- It was frustrating reaching into empty pockets with a hungry belly but he had to grin and bear it. All he thought was that will make my next meal even better as he…
- This is a testing story. THis is a new line. Another Hello. Goodbye Tennis Sound of Music Lizzards Tony Is this the end of this story? WIll anyone tell me?…
- It was silent in the room except for my occasional grunting, I was really working up a sweat, pushing it to the limit. I was almost there so close.. Until the door suddenly opened!…
- Harper had to be honest with himself. He was in love with a werewolf. He didn't mind the drooling and snarling - that wasn't much different than his ex when she forgot to take her…
- "Moroccan maracas masquerading as macaroons mamboed meltingly."…
- Ding dong! At the door stood Francois Hollande with a bag of croissants waggling his eyebrows. I clutched at the door frame, my world imploding as my nether regions exploded with…
- Miniaturized, we were separated by invisible labyrinthine barriers in a sword made of glass. What possible value could such an impractical weapon have? Accursed lesbesbian king!…
- I knew Jack from college. He'd turn up every 5 years or so at awkward moments which seemed to derail everything I'd built up in the interim. When he showed up at my wedding wearing…