"I sell laughs." He said matter a factly. "You're a comedian?" I asked. He grimaced. "Humor isn't a language people understand. I just sell laughs. You want a sample? Put these on
Deep in the Himalayas, the monk knew he would never fulfill his one true calling: lion tamer.
No matter how far he went, teenagers continued to harass Mr. Shore. They seemed to get worse and worse every time he moved to another town. Just now, one of them was knocking.
Dad flopped down into his old brown recliner, the musty scent of trapped gas filling the air. He sighed as a far-away look came to his eyes. Then I heard it. "Daa-aaaad!" I held my
Detective J. Manatee's instincts for detection did not help much as he fumbled through the sock drawer of D.I. Monty Rebus, who was snoring on the davenport in his aquatic habitat,
Chance finally offered some support. "I know what it's like to be an outsider." Jurtok flexed its spiroclasms. "Do you?! Do you really?!!" Jherelia observed from nearby yet afar.
I stood on the edge of the building and closed my eyes, leaning into the buffeting winds. Close to falling, but not quite. If I opened my eyes, it was all over, I'd lose my balance
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
These are a few of my most-despised words: Pulchritude. Cauliflower. Leprous. Axe. Quantitative-easing. Blister. Virgin. Trebuchet. Maybe. Flatulence. Me. Make a story out of them!
Don't worry, she will be safe with the fairies.