Turns out our main buyers were British millionaires who wanted to try out the whole lower-class lifestyle. It eventually leads to a whole lot of fit and angry upper-classmen.

abstract noun from the monologue, but the reading level still wouldn't budge lower than 12th grade. "There's no way little Jimmy will understand this," Ms. Wizzle grumbled.

was young, but the ways of the guild were ancient. Borya pondered her options. "I think I'll take PvP, thanks," she told Pasternak. "Then prepare to battle," he said, drawing his

to take the next passenger shuttle to Mars. Monday stole her older sister's credit card to book the tickets so that the Comic Cops couldn't trace her journey.

He blinked one and a half times. "What the hell, Dean?" she yelled back. "This isn't the time for a 'maybe' answer!" Dean responded with another one-and-a-half blinks.

-a Rhombus, nor should it be confused with a Walter Brennan impersonating dental hygienist from Cedar Rapids, Iowa named Ivantcho Rumpt." The Bermuda Trapezoid was covered in bermu

-mpeding the dancers off the Promenade Deck into the waiting maws of a frenzy of sharks. It was Shark Week, after all. Killing 3 with one stone. That left Anton with questions. How

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really think it would be best if you stretched beforehand. Nobody's going to make you, but we don't want another incident like the one in Texas, right?" Sheila gave Dross a smirk.

and a vacuum-sealed bag full of baby clothes, size 0000. "Arigatou," I said, bowing deeply to her. I took the gifts and launched them out through the open window.

that we put a brick on your head and tied your shoes to wooden planks." Sven bowed his head in apology. "It was the only thing we could think of to stop you floating off."

I were naught but air. "Please, Mr. Shark," I called out, "what do you want from me?". The shark turned and looked at me, its black eyes staring into the depths of my soul.

don't have to worry about buying decorations! Just string him up on the front lawn, get him dancing, and the neighborhood will be traumatised!" She looked at me with a bizarre

a desperate cash grab that somehow made it to the #1 position on Amazon's best sellers list." I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the webpage, showing it to Aunt Vanessa.

to reveal the shrunken head resting on the velvet lining. "I named him Bob," Joe proudly announced. His sister promptly fainted. "That boxed is cursed," Joe's mother said.

In all honesty, it was more comfortable than she'd anticipated. The smooth porcelain tub caressed her curves and the inflatable bath pillow provided adequate neck support.

Mr. Mellon was adamant about his daughter's name, no matter what the Queen had to say about it. With a harrumph he scooped Gertrude up in his arms and stormed out of the palace.

the only thing I could think of and pictured a snorkelling mask. As I focused I felt the mask materialise on my face, forming a wall of plastic between my eyes and the debris.

but the cat pulled on a baseball glove and caught it with an impressively athletic leap. "Good job, Cinnamon," I said, patting her head as I pulled the glove off her paw.

one little incident involving pubic hairs caught in braces. Besides, I already bought my dress for the night, and these thigh slits absolutely slap, Mom. You just don't understand