The purple streets of night gave way to a violet sun, but all were bunkered in place, cossacks and peasants alike.

ts twisting demonically, tho there was no denying their mellifluousness. With a poof of smoke appeared a horned red fellow with spiked tail, offered me the whole band in return for

But here the cogito fails me. If I can doubt my own existence what can I expect from a possible Other. Is Mai real? How real does she have to be? How real am I? Is Mai stealing my

grasped hideously at his shield, and with a higpithced scream the dig sized spider fell back. Hrengor shuddered inside but dis not let his companion see his digust.with a

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The painting had a horse in it which went on forever, its head wrapped literally around the world like a pac man game, it stood over an infinite lake. It had adoorway, so I entered

I am sorry, clan leader Bamda for interrupting your meditation. You look comfortable there on my rug, in my shag pad, but I am here with a girl. And why did you break in exactly?

“Assume the position, Dr. Smith,” ordered the Robot. “I’m going to get Lost in YOUR Space!” “Don’t touch me, you Horny Hulk! I will NOT bend over!” But the Robot moved toward Smith

The man in the mirror was mad at having been made: "You f-d up a sting operation that's been months in the making!" He no longer appeared, so my pal reported his reflection missing

I looked at him as he smiled, he kissed me as the taste of vanilla was against my lips. That sweet satisfaction was everything.

But nobody believed the bulge in my swim trunks was the result of auto-inflation. Instead, they rightly recognized the bulge for what it was: a raging hard on. Trying to save face,

I woke up with a headache and a fever.

AH! I tripped and fell running from them.

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The invasion planned by the Purple Pants general McPurple Pants, who was known for being chronically late, was set for 3:30, but he got there at 8:30 due to a translation error.

Ezekiel paced back and forth along the cobblestone, hoping that the way his feet ached would subside as soon as God answered. Then, he could finally sit.

They screamed in horror and pain. The portraits couldn't believe what was happening to them. They always got away with gossip. This mad man was the worst guest they've ever hosted.

My girlfriend wouldn't even believe me about the ghostly sightings I found after I discovered that CD lying in the attic along with the player. Last night, I saw a CHILD'S ghost on

"C-c-cold...so...cold...I don't know why...I feel so cold...now." Poppi sat, pale blue eyes and faded scarlet hair enraptured in the snow fluttering between her hopes and her life.

The music blasted into my ears as I walked to the bus stop. I did a little dance as cars passed me but I didn't care what any of them thought. I turned the street to my stop when..