one day a little boy was crying, he was so sad his mum died he loved his mum to much and he ran away. He ran as fast as he could he ran to...

It feels like Pali. I tasted the Pali including the word and Pali. (logos & Pali) probably and the dumbfucks that love them. That supported our image of Bali. Probably. Most likely

Besides her radiance and her smile, and her temperament, and her fine comportment, and that she was loved by one and all in the Village of Aarrgggh, everything about her is Evil.

I had twisted my toes again and now I didn't know where one foot started and the other one ended. I assumed they met in the middle because I bothered to ask because I still don't

I haven't scolded myself yet today; that's a victory, of sorts. 5:27 and no scolding, no scalding, no school. Fooling the fools who they were fooling they got full of themselves &

I could feel the angel's wing besides me in the earth, her pin feathers wrapping themselves onto each touch. Each part yearning for touch, for the spark when We have met the enemy

I was 7 when he first sent me to bring the pussy. I searched and searched until it was dark out and Papa slipped in his visit with Aunt Clymenestra and the Philip Batemans.

I told him that he should never image that he could get me to honor our deal after what he did to the French Cuff Man. He flatly maligned him every which way but right. It would be

I nursed fire across my kitchen in the form of a fiery stick end struck askew by his fate. I was Prometheus's Promise parading in public with pampered and Pompadoured poodles & alp

The actress they had ordered did not show so they asked one of the upperclassman to sit and model nude for them. He was a charity case sent down from The Broads. Everybody knew tho

Rapunzel tweeted another braid tutorial and collected from Adsense a payment for all the ads on her Facebook. Mulan's side of the chat was still empty. Rapunzel sent another emoji.

If I really wanted to, I could recall what it was like when not having a choice was not a choice but an opportunity, a chance to raise our names out of obscurity. Toxic clouds of

Yfrįttē, my third tier robot, was dead at my feet. The bullet that had killed him had come from the gun I was holding like a long lost lover in the shade of the fronds on the veran

I stood atop the metal grate with the waters up to my knees & held her lifeless body clear of the runoff. I just stood there staring into her dead eyes asking her why with my tears

The first shuttle came and went and he was still waiting for a customer. Some choices needed witnessing. He hopes his next actions fit the bill. He conjured up Sir Plus.

Everything about this story started normally, I created an intriguing, yet open ended situation, but then the next person...

Stems and seeds do not get their fan fare. They're the last step before dry. After that it is all erosion.

Purple haze confusion ticking and tacking to port hard between images to see what we're supposed to see. What we see will make this Story this Story, now and until it ends. Girls

Openly being subtle she suggested this moment was the only member of her group. As it should be but I am sure she meant in a different way. I think she is having another experience

Mamaw was a cool old meatbag. She could still see and talk with us, even after. Lots of people her age thought that only our devices would converge (and I suppose they did) but we