Entry #47 ... I recovered the last tape from under the burned-out cabin. It was sealed in a zip-lock bag with "Operator" written in a sharpie on a post-it. I hope I can solve this.
I'll just fall asleep, right here, in class. While the teacher isn't looking and everyone else around me is focused on the screen. I can finally start dreaming about
Snowzilla crashed through the streets of NYC giving the scrambled air force jets a cold blast of his cryobreath as they strafed his massive shoulders.
"I'll have the salad, thanks." "OK great, will that be with chicken or steak?" "No, no, the salad." "Right, yes. With freshly grilled chicken, or marinated steak?" "No you jackass,
My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him. The mystery figure that haunted my inexplicable dreams every night. Why'd he choose me?
One day a creative writing student called Clare had to give a presentation on useful websites for writers. She hoped the clever folks at folding story would be
You are a D.A.P., a Depressed Anxiety Person.
Quebec, November, Year of the Whisper-Quiet Maytag Dishmaster. I am thinking constantly about mice. Where do they live at night? Where do they come from that they invade my kitchen
Varla Du Gong lay seductively in a puddle of seawater upon the baby grand. Detective Manatee flicked the smoldering butt of his cigarette into the ashtray, adjusted his fedora,