The guy kept following me, I'd been walking for over 10 minutes and noticed the same guy behind me. As soon as people weren't around he walked faster and got closer to me.

"You walkin around like you so black and beautiful, but what are you really? Just some white guy from Chicago with some superficial upgrades." The lady had a point and it would be

I am one of the Indians they sent on the Trail of Tears. I am an orphaned child. I am a stormy night. I am the cold touch of a dead lover. I am what men do not know how to say.

Aaron gave her clitoris a quick tickle with his tongue and had at it with the groceries. The next time he came up for air he asked his grandfather, who was on the recliner next to

I woke up and realized that this wasnt my own bed. What am i doing. I tried to talk but all i could say was: DEEZ NUTZ. at that moment i realised i was infected with Deeznuteritis

Janine opened the can of spam. She inhaled it's meaty aroma. Her eyes gleamed and she licked the gelatinous goo from the top. She set the can down on the table and stuck a finger

auditions... so many auditions...

The broken promises didn't bother her as much as the broken heart but they didn't help when they started coming around to get paid. A re-compensation, they called it. I still had

If the Enterprise had been the Titanic would we find ourselves with the 6 foot tall duck like we do now? Get him out of that contraption & then fetch Mr. Spock & Ensign Earl Grey.

Yesterday I went shopping

It was a beautiful day, a perfect day for shopping

The thing about cats is that if one starts grooming themselves, the other cats will usually start to do the same thing.

It was another stupid standard day, except that it wasn't! The moment I opened the prize and saw the 10 Mil, I was excited with all my might and rushed out to purchase my dreams.

The day crept up on him; took him by surprise: twenty thousand...but none seemed more relevant than the one before, or, for that matter, any other that came before. It was a Friday

I heard an auditorium or maybe an indoor pool, maybe a gymnasium. There were children's voices or maybe geese. There was still no sounds from the wilderness. I looked upon my past.

Dr. Larchmont ran a 1960s Spirogram through the app. Sounded like a Scottish guy. "Mind the vowel sounds," it said. No! I thought. This can't be! Stevenson's advice had been hidden

When you look at yourself in the mirror and see a bag of ass, you think of where you went wrong. Was it my career? My cat? Or maybe just because of that one time at band camp.

I forgot the one about the jungle fever running rampant on the asteroids of Vesuvius 6. It was , maybe, about a flat footed buffoon with an orange face selling his hats to the dead

She entered the abbey slowly, feeling her way through the gloom. Stone columns towered over her, ending in the ruin f the roof. Bats flew in crazy circles overhead, squeaking.

"Tragedy or Travesty". It was Rebecca's kids.Just as she had bragged they were dressed as the "Calamities". Dakota was Nuclear Power,Sierra Global Warming & Yosemite Overpopulation