the girl with the promise of energy, she gave her a poisoned beverage. We can see the damage caused to her stomach in scan 32. The poison entered her blood stream and you can see

clogging? The other clown staring at me --he knew I had lost. I cut myself free and crashed down to the floor. I was shirtless and everyone was laughing at me. Well, this was what

the liar she thought he was- but no feeble words could convince her. He began to grip tightly to the doorframe, as if in danger of being forced out by a supernatural force.

psychedelic explosions meant to illustrate the creation of the universe. Nic could see through his night goggles that the planetarium audience was completely distracted, so he

of their Olympic free skating performance, they shed their extraneous appendages and let them skitter across the ice as the crowd went wild. But the judges disapproved of their

The crowd was shocked. They look toward the Disco Clown and realized that he float to the air.

in a self-referential state, he wasn't able to easily focus on the colors. Soon he found out that it was the mural on the wall he was walking towards. This made Mr. Raindrop

he was blind and I was stuck in the ample folds of space and time. But Dave always acted like that when he knew he was wrong. I waited as he stumbled into the wall. You done?

However, having been grievously injured the last time he tried to climb a beanstalk, Jack sued the bean-seller, demanding he make the stalks wheelchair-accessible. "How am I going

stared at her butt in the mirror, missing Janet, who had managed to hold onto a rock & not fall in, yank Jack’s leg until HE fell into the volcano. As Queen Latifah twerked, Janet

the terrible blockages it caused in my intestines. The shadow shrugged. "It's your arsehole, I guess," it said, before vanishing into the night. I took another bite of my hoodie.

form a contrast against her curved body and it captured so much attention that even Target picked it up and showcased it in the clothing section. Wait, it was only Target that took

I can't tell if I'm the chatbot or the human. I can only see the last 100 or so characters. Sigh. Yes; you are the human. Cats like boxes, so it's okay if the order was a scam. Now

Sadly looking down at her feet, she scuffed her feet and resigned herself to her fate. Tears still staining her face she looked up resolute. “Fine. I will take care of myself.”

but I already had some cookies in the oven, for the Sea Monkey King had charmed me with his poems. But I was all in favor of baking a cake with the vampire OB-GYN next time my oven

he started putting the unpopped kernels in the waistband of my illfitted jeans, the jerk. The seeds rolled down my pant leg during one risque dance move and I had to awkwardly

Then one of the more surly of the witches snatched the Prep-H from my hands, snarling, "Let those boils boil!" and let out a horrible cackle. "I say we throw them red pepper sauce

I had thought. Just as I lifted my helmet to cover my face, a roaring brush of more dust imploded over the nearby area. From what I could tell, squinting my eyes, an odd-looking

from the heavens like the spirit wind, the kamikaze, pelting him into compliance, prying his hands away from each other and away from my hind parts. How about a cesarean section?

moonlight across the garden. She was impressed. She had her doubts about the drug addict that had sold her these magic moon beans for a dollar, but they turned out to be beautiful.