therapist again. His appointments were scheduled for 3:00pm on Tuesday afternoon, every week. He gathered his belongings and hopped on the bus which went past the clinic.

"You don't understand Eric. I don't want to get Mother mad. I want to drive her insane. Then maybe she'll understand about the bodies under the floorboards." Eric still didn't see.

interstate, though it was much harder to crack the local market. Around these parts, everyone already had plenty of spearmint Shepherd's Pie. They wouldn't buy ours as well.

cheese shoes, he'd never be able to live it down. He'd have to forfeit the car and the flat and live in a box in an alley. Luckily the King loved it all but the toe holes and the

He'd always been a shrewd judge of character, but this time he was puzzled. How could a girl be so enigmatic? Spy, Zombie or what? SIr Edmund Julius XIII pondered..

that his noodles were as black as the rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called amabo. This was confusing because his noodle were supposed to be "pink Ramen" his odd obsessio

He let out a comically pitiful last gasp as he croaked from my killshot. Then my spine tingled harder than before. It felt as if he were on my six. The Lord of Memes' deep laughter

"It's the Plague!" I shrieked, watching in horror as the frog's leg appeared from my father's mouth. Swamp slime dribbled down his chin as the frog wriggled back to fresh air.

a reprieve for capital punishment. it had nothing to do with the fact my name is e e. but maybe it is like a ying and yang of orthography. while my friend impresses in all caps, i

said "Gracie" on the chat room. I typed "I see that the inappropriate caps have struck again". "What Do You Mean?" she asked. "Nevermind" I typed

Ivanka ran through the maze of mirrors looking at her privilege life in comparison to Dobby the house elf. It was horrible and traumatizing. Dobby work ethic was appalling.

isn't? Wait, this can't be right!" Mother spoke, looking back at the script. "I know! Please, tell him to write properly. You can't be dead, asleep, and still be living" Gracie

But when he got there the memory silence was brief as, not even 3 seconds in to getting there he started comparing the moments and in rushed the supporting memories with the rest t

Then he realized he was now in a tunnel and the erratic breathing he was hearing was his own echoing back at him from the rock tunnel. He couldn't see but he wasn't quite blind. He

", the something said in her mind. On the edge of a panic she tried to think of some spell or mudra, or mane padme om mane padme om... The something sighed in her mind but she didn

Then in a moment of uncertainty she felt like she had missed whatever she had been waiting for in the grotto. She was fragrant yet mystical. She was Nike in plumage. Happenstance

stifled a laugh at the enormous dent in my forehead. "Oh yea? That's humorous to you?" I paried. "Listen, I may not own a shovel but I'll take a pretty gnarly spatula to that smirk

Indeed, we should be careful to give the next Folder an idea of what was going on in the story, otherwise one has to shoot in the dark. Suddenly, a shot was heard in the dark.

He knew that he would have to intervene soon, but for now, he just watched, fascinated by the primal struggle. The dogs snarled and snapped at each other, their teeth bared in

- or so it appeared on first glance. Molly refocused her binoculars on the pale figure plummeting down through the rain. It was a girl. The girl disappeared behind the treeline.