I've walked across this cashmere rug for 12 years & I never knew this door was under it. Behind me the noise of the battle still waged within the walls of the keep. Fine joinery in

riff raff she called her family become aware of it. They had too much knowledge of her bowel movements already for her liking. If they got a sniff of the golden egg she'd shat out,

Part of who we are is a matter of the chemical processes inside our own bodies. It's possible there exists a specific chemical combination for our own happiness. Conversely, misery

enough to fill the room. Her BDE put Pete Davidson to shame. “Window washing, huh?” She turned to the man and gently fingered his squeegees. This made him blush and think of

Hunter would wait until his classmates disappeared, then round on Cornelius for another round of torment. In the otherwise abandoned classroom, he grabbed Cornelius by the collar

brush their teeth. To me, I couldn't think of a simpler, more mundane task. But Katie could make anything sound like a thrilling quest. "Think about it, Jean," she'd say to me. "A

December 1st has come and gone. The door to Michael Bublé's cage is now unlocked and opens by itself. He flinches from the light and breathes in the fresh air; it is time

basket, but it was stolen by Yogi Bear. Can you believe that? I mean before we could even

This is because I'm afraid you'll start correcting my spelling and grammar. You see, I have a pathological

is expanding toward the fringes of reality while my ability to concentrate on localized minutiae such as the numbers for the quarterly report diminishes by the second. "The street"

like someone had fished a drowning kitten from an oil slick. The old man flashed a toothless grin as I reluctantly approached him, trying not to breathe in. "Hello, Ivan," I said.

when Mistress demands it of me. I knew that the executioner could not harm me so long as Mistress' status protected me. I put on my collar and crawled on hands and knees towards

"Indeed, Charles," said the Governor, swirling the hot oil around in the enormous frying pan. "Do me a favour, will you, and hop in? I must test the temperature."

committed my first murder. Whoever sent the picture knew about the typewriter. The cold was relentless and the wind was no friend that 2nd day of February 1991. The First Gulf War

Let the blood hallowed land stand as an declaration of our passing through on our way to the backside of the past. Why not offer up yourself?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) What're you lookin' at? ( ͡☉ ͜ʖ ͡☉) Hey, wudya mind?

My coworkers laughed when I told them I would melt fat with Zippy Fat Furnace, but then I showed them the results. Go and google Zippy Fat Furnace to see their reaction.

cats for breakfast & between the two of them they only had three eye & two antennae & thought quoting Vogon poetry was chic. S realized bar-hopping in the asteroid belt was

"And I see a big ol' jerk," I retorted, playfully punching Jimmy's arm. "It's only 6:10, relax." Jimmy's dark eyes narrowed as he regarded our straggling group.

Right here. This is it. Look closer. Can you see that faint light?