if you love mayonasie because if you don't I hate mayonaise if you hate it too." Her idiotic announcement made up my mind for me. She would have to go. It had been 3 days of bliss

Because she did it in front of some girl who knew her and blabbed when it went viral. The story was eldritch, like something by Lovecraft. It starts off at a Negro League Baseball

for me , when I were roused by my mom, I was the happiest person because I have a wonderful mother>

The spoons held secret clues into her family's past. Nancy had picked up one of the spoons and noticed a tiny engraving in the side, which read:

were in, after spending hundreds of dollars on lottery tickets and winning next to nothing. If we had won, my wife thought we should buy a house and settle down, but I thought

to either let the public know, or to let the world die in ignortant bliss. tick tock tick, the meteor barrels forward. "sir?" a meek voice pierces the silent room. "what do we do?"

Perched in a well-worn leather armchair, dressed in a sakura-colored kimono his legs crossed and showing bare ankle above clogs, Stanley Tucci swirled his negroni lasciviously.

The CTMT, or Climatological Tidal Model of the Thermosphere, showed that the sun's radiation was heating up ocean waters faster than ever before—and the people of the island had

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Sylvia's Mother says, "You got to have it six feet down and six feet long. " Stanley's mom gave him the very britches he's wearing right now." She pointed at Stanley's britches.

decided to go on an egg hunt. The eggs they painted were beautiful. Golds and blues, dots and stripes, all the colors of the rainbow, in various lights and shades. Oh glorious day.

In equal measure, Hrengor the Beholder felt grateful for the youngster's protection but uncertain about so many other things. Nowadays he only wanted to run his internodal bar

He whipped his head around and saw an approaching boat. From that far away, it was hard to tell who was on it, but the gunshot he'd heard made him think one thing: Pirates!

They decided not to tell Mary that her son could walk on water, as they figured this would thoroughly freak her out. However, they were pleased to have found the goat, and

that were on my broken phone. My life had been on that phone that broke in anger by throwing it into the kitchen with all my might. It lies they now in pieces. It is all that woman

the zombie closest to her, her breath running ragged. It was the opening she needed. She fled from the pack of undead, axe in hand, eyes steady. Was she the last girl in the world?

ornate the hand that writ. Having writ the hand went to to commit bloody murder under the serious moon. We knew the moon was serious by the face of the Man in the Moon's expression

scattered on the floor weaving a path through the apartment from the front door to the shower. She checked the clock. She had 43 minutes to get ready for tonight's date with

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Boba tea was my favorite. It reminded me of hot summer days with my cousin, before the war. Now boba costs an arm and a leg & we haven't tasted sweet tapioca since. Since the world