I hate her. I really hate how she looks at me. I hate how she walks and talks around with people, when I have to be in this lonely and dark place thinking these stupid thoughts.

My little story about my journey

continued the siphon, but her husband's words don't go unnoticed. Later that day she went to get some wax supplements. Unfortunately she didn't read the fine print, which said

Marco Reinaud era el lugarteniente del rey de un pequeño estado vasallo en el norte de Francia. Ocupaba el cargo hacía dos meses, cuando Su Majestad cayó enfermo de malaria, y

, pero aún así decidió llevar a cabo. Consiguió todos los materiales que necesitaría para llevar a cabo su objetivo, y entró en la habitación en la que ella dormía para preparar

Even the cicada who'd flown into the room during the interview got a job as a water purifier. The end of recession never looked so good. Now with an influx of corporate workers,

Scalefwiend! You humans wewe fish once, too!" The ventriloquism fooled Cassandra, who fell to their five knees and pleaded for the fish's life.

Choose wisely." "I'll die then." [Author's footnote: the only way to kill a Rych is to get them to agree to it. This was the desired outcome.] BANG! Four guns rang in unison

"I thought it might motivate you to come home sober." I didn't see the point in using a stimulant as bait to quit a depressant, but I kept my mouth shut. "So, the bears?" "Yeah, so

scent in my canine nostrils. Fresh woodland squirrel in my jowls. Muscles moving in coordinated quadrupedal motion. I am become doggo, digger of holes.

C'era una volta una bambina che collezionava conchiglie

C'era una volta una porta che nessuno aveva mai aperto...

C'era una volta una porta che nessuno aveva mai aperto...

beer and guffawed all the peanuts in one fell gulp. Or at least I think that's how it happened. Was it? Hmm. All that as swiping was seriously confusing my positronic brain. But I

held a giant mallet behind her back. "Just a little closer, my lovely." I almost fell for it, but the giant target on the ground and the grand piano hanging above were big clues.

At her behest, I went west to the crest, where the rest of the best had the best breasts and bet upon the infested festivals during their siestas... oh, forget it.

I thought for a few minutes. "Okay, let's try this again. You. You walk into the bar. I'll duck this time." Bernie scowled at me. "What is this, some kind of joke?"

But as fate would have it, it WAS a god of death! As grown-ups, we were better prepared for the impending doom that awaited us. It was inevitable. And so, on this glorious summer

enough that the very heavens themselves were rent asunder and the ground shook beneath my feet. Mountains crumbled and the moon hurtled into the sun. Perhaps I'd overdone it a bit.

It really wasn't, though. It was so simple, even a caveman could do it. Even those idiots at GEICO could do it, AND they could totally offend a real caveman in the process! So that