Reiki was Ina's medium of mediation. Lucy has a diamond in the sky was her favourite song. Adriana was more of a Olympic ring, she loved Adrenalin sports.

Folding stories are no exception, just more organic. There is no such thing as a plot, which makes folding stories more therapeutic for the schizotypical than your average zombies.

Needs pepperoni and onions on top with extra tomato sauce on the side. And don't forget the meatball soup, it can resussitate you. The cookie dough dessert makes chocolate assert.

His user name was _-hArRy-rEdBeArD-2013-_ and the Uber users agreed, he was 3/5. No special treatment just because he's a prince. His various customers held on to their

So ofcourse it was a huge surprise when they suddenly found themselves being scooped toward the opening like an annoying ball of snot

The gnostic surgeon wrote in his journal he had a feeling this is the last ever election we have. Michael Stipe sang "Its the end of the world as we know it", as they had tea.

slipped into the netherworld, he worried about everything, but he woke on the other side with mirror-writing, level 1 poltergeist activity, and side-eye from beyond. His shooter

Neat was his word for something which was fit the purpose, elegant and frugal on resources. The Bagpiper was his favourite instrument. Neat, that how he liked his whiskey.

The granddaughter, Leila, ran from the room, down the stairs, across the atrium, and into the sunroom where her grandfathers red umbrella still hung from its peg. She knew the trap

They were a reminder he had lost his sense of humour. John Cleese appeared to explain it to Rodney. "You must recover your sense of humour or you will lose everything." Rodney was

there was cheese in my bread and whisky in my teacup, he threatened to tell my cattle-rustling posse. But he had it wrong – I only drink Rémy 1837. As for him, he warn't no Texan

This was her child, a bush planted in her dreams and watered at night. It played the violin with a Polish orchestra, the Warsaw Philharmonic. DGG recorded it. A waterfall joyfully

memorial parade float tragically turned to rubble under a stampede of escaped animals from the Central Park Zoo. The well was only one of many victims of the animal rights group,

Once again time flew around their heads and through them and through their thoughts. They felt violated by time's embrace. This time they would try freezing time. Slowing it down.

He grew up with all manner of electronic toys he didn't like, much to his parents surprise. They shouldn't have been surprised, though. He played the piano in the living room daily

Intentions after his first view up her skirt and seeing she was loaded for war fell madly in love with her. But she never stepped on the trap door again. Until today. Seeing The

John Lennon refused to use the internet. He said it wasn't organic enough for him. Life had to be organic or else. The Millennials had a massive freakout, by contrast.

What nonsense this was, I thought. I closed my Twitter account after receiving threats of them closing it. What a relief! The old school ways of doing things were way better. Some

sniffing never was my forte. But there is no time for that because there is trouble in the forest. We thought that they were angels but they're really fae come to carry me home.

The group of baboons at the Smith residence jumped for joy. Literally. The parents jumped first, then the six babies almost broke the chandelier. Mrs. Smith was not amused. "Pshaw!