Joe Swanson slept silently through the whole night, and awoke fresh as a daisy. He had a smile already for he was looking forward to

Thoughts

Unmoving, I stared into the mirror contempulating the reflection glaring back at me that was not my own. I shuffled my feet and with this slight movement the relfection...

No more dirty thoughts. Gotta let my sense of humor mature, I said. Then Ma gave me a meatloaf tip at dinner: "Too much touch dries out the meat." C-can't.. resist.. lotion joke...

it is hard to reason someone out of a place he didn’t use reason to get into

The vampire laid down on the silk sheets feeling tired.The idea of getting a coffin crossed his mind and it made him smile.She was trustworthy,but maybe he should make ajustments.

None of them really knew what they were doing.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow !" - she said.

John was scared of supernatural things but one day he a documentary on supernatural, he was puzzled should he believe,until

ABOUT A WEEK AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I

The man with the golden fedora and the black trench coat asked you, "how fast is your heart beating right now?". With the lack of an answer, you began to run away. You turn around

So it's come to this? Ok, hand me the twinkie.

Once upon time there was a girl addicted to avenged sevenfold. She's the most famous hoe of the city,her name was Sofia.

The Dog Knight lowered his visor. His bone lance was aimed directly at the Unicorn Dragon. This would be the end of the Charred Oppression.

Eric Conquest wanted nothing to do with his family. "We will scatter their souls with distraction, and fill them again with entertainment that gives them hope," his father had said

Μια φορά κι έναν καιρό στην πολυτεία των θαμάτων ήταν ένας χιονάνθρωπος και ένας δράκος. Καθώς ο δράκος πήγαινε στη γιαγιά του είδε τον χιονάνθρωπο λυπημένο και τον ρώτησε:"Γιατί

If I saw ninety naked neighbours noisily navigate numerous networks in MY neighbourhood then I would surely

Careful and quiet as she sends the pencil down the page in short strokes, she chews on her lower lip, soft and pink and scarred from childhood. Even so, her lips are perfect.

I reach to run my thumb along her bottom lip. She stops drawing and stares at me, my thumb brushing over her mouth, fingers resting on her jaw. I lick my dry lips, tempted

I am walking down the street. My shoes making a soft cuffing noise on the stone walk way. The sky is an empty vastness of black. Where are the stars? Where all the people?