pipsqueak's photo
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What can you answer if a child asks 'Is Santa Claus real?' You can tell him the truth and destroy his hope and trust. But what if that person is an adult? What would you say then?

Finished: 6/27/16 @ 05:26
mushka's photo
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She peers at the box in curiosity. Johnny told her not to open it; Johnny said he'd be back soon. She sneaks a peak around and glances back at the box.

Finished: 6/25/16 @ 23:52
49erFaithful's photo
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Be yourself. It's never too late to change. It's no use crying over spilt milk. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Respect your elders. Don't talk to strangers. Don't eat yellow

Finished: 6/25/16 @ 23:44
MoralEnd's photo
10

He posed as a depressed woman in her 20s.

Finished: 6/24/16 @ 20:54
Perronicus's photo
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"Now my child, what animal do potatoes come from?" "No, Grandad, you don't understand. Potatoes don't

Finished: 6/24/16 @ 18:26
SlimWhitman's photo
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Ginger didn't fit in to the cogwheel community of Meticulotopia, from her red locks & freckles to her bare feet. One day she stole a pony and rode to the land of floating hillocks

Finished: 6/24/16 @ 01:57
GreenBanana's photo
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This is the 11 o'clock news with David McHammon reporting. This just in, a pool bus full of otters has collided with a fringe-top surrey, no casualties. In other news, an albatross

Finished: 6/24/16 @ 01:46
deconix's photo
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A poem, a poem for my dear wife Shay, even though I'm a poet I don't know what to say.

Finished: 6/22/16 @ 06:05
MoralEnd's photo
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The Swamp Thing hated, I mean with livid heat, hated Zydeco music. In fact, once someone showed him an accordion and

Finished: 6/21/16 @ 18:25
jayursus's photo
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I turned the corner to find a ravenous horde of undead staring back at me with black, lusterless eyes. A tumbleweed picked that moment to pass by as I dropped my ice cream cone

Finished: 6/21/16 @ 18:19