160 years. Since there were no historians willing to look at the two skeletons snogging in the grave, the Duchess and the Valet were not identified until another 10 years later,

Everywhere he went, folks yanked their curtains and screamed at his PSYCHO scent. He would often lift his nose up from the ground and tell them it was pronounced SY-CO not SY-CHO!

an was summoned. He was in his bathrobes; sipping his morning tea. He looked incredulous at first, and asked me how I had found a way to summon him after he banished the old ritual

The Wiccans, not ones to be outdone, soon came up with their own art to deflect questions. They called it "Avoiding Responsibilty-fu". Only a rare few were black belts in avoiding

movements and worried glances graced the place of residence until Amburo further reassured his neighbor that everything would indeed be alright. Baby steps, my friend

back and her multitude of fangs nearly flashed. Lin wanted to eat her Bieber and have him too, but where were the soulless Bieber clones? Her starving anguish, the painted streets,

itzer tanks worked... with force! I rolled over Erin like an invading dictator and ordered her to surrender the details of the shift. "I only work the night shift... I swear!" she

The pampered jury looked at me with disgust and readied his tennis racket. He flung it into the air and bought it down like the hammer of justice he was; the ball was in my court

"Look at Randy Orton, slitherin' - " "WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT! WATCH OUT!" "RKO!!!"

The research was quite extensive, mind you, and I came up with a draft that I finalised into a well written scientific journal. I would later publish these findings, and finally

met me by the gates, rather than the Grammar Nazi that I thought would be waiting for me. I sincerely asked them to tell me the truth, and, I took out my bag of grammar mistakes.

a new set of knee pads. His knees were absolutely killing him. He'd had enough. Balancing the world above him, Atlas plopped onto his bottom. Ka-thud! The world shook

Whee hee that is fun! Call me trigger happy, but I find that pressing like on every fold is like

head's golden hair. Buffy shrugged her shoulders. "That feels like totally weird. Try it again." The mechanical wings fluttered but

I wept for my fallen comrades. It was brutal. Who knew when the cold hands of fate would pluck the accounts of my inactive comrades from them. Bleary eyed, I looked at Gibber, his

I wanted my creation-no my... art- to spread to the four corners of the globe. The only problem was that I lived in China. The baby I was wearing was highly fashionable but to sell

Hester Prynne was still experiencing ostracization, even after travelling into the future where laptops and Tesla cars were trending. Her work computer had gotten bugged with A's

"It takes two to tango, mi amor." He took a hit of his joint and looked up at the Pollack-esque canvas.

passed a big load of bills to overhaul social services. The Cybernetic Security Act guaranteed each citizen the right to artificial organ replacement. Caleb Sr. was mostly machine

super cooled the earth; because as we all know, hot air rises and cold air sinks. Therefore the greenhouse gases should stop rising and sink to the bottom, resolving global warming