a little man was walking down the street, he noticed something at the corner of his eye. when he turned, there was nothing in sight. he kept walking. then he felt something touch

one day, as I looked outside my window, I saw a UFO. I was so scared I

Aubrey was eight years old. Why was he being bothered about college? To hell with a career in a future mad world! Unfortunately he was cursed with a cool mom: Helicopter Mummy.

The plastic Meneki-neko slowly beckoned with his battery powered paw. For as long as he could remember he had stood near the shop door, beside a row of Imari porcelain Nemuri-neko.

In a dreary November, I set quill to foolscap. A novel in a month? How was that even possible? And so I began with my first sentence...

Erica Squidmore lived in lavish but empty luxury far from the seaside shanty of her marriage -- murder charges cleared and ghosts banished, but still haunted by her late husband's

I crept into my bedroom & slowly eased my sock drawer open. There they all were, nestled together dreaming happy socky dreams. I knelt down, took out my melodica & tootled a

She let out a strangled cry as a furry hand gripped her forearm. It sure didn't feel like a dream, but she couldn't recall anything that had hairy hands and opposable thumbs.

"The gate is closing!" screamed the henchman, kicking his legs giddily as he waves his arms in a triumphant stance. He was probably even more excited than the actual participants.

Barty, as the locals called him, round as he was tall and lived on the grounds of the oldest monastery in Britain. When he didn't show up for Mass, the town took notice.

The world is my oyster.

Prince Chastain summoned us to his council room, under a card table draped with blankets. Electric candles flickered in the corners as we crowded in. A larger venue

If you're reading this sentence, it means I'm likely dead.

Quantum Gent exiled himself from the Cosmos after a stray thought had turned Galaxy X32 into a whirlpool of dead suns. For the sake of existence itself he had to sort out

Ipswich was the closest station to the little, ramshackle cottage Lorna's aunt called "home". A thatched roof that seemed to leak even on sunny days and a damp smell of mildew

On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a lone chicken nugget floating aimlessly through space.

Stale milk dripped from the walls and the ceiling smelled as if it were made from dung. One day, after the triple-eared guard gave me my food, I finalised my escape plans.

David Letterman's Top 10 Reasons Why Hillary Clinton Will Win The Presidency: #10: Unlike her male counterparts, she actually grew a pair.

Thirty years after the Firestorm, the Terrors & the Winter, those of us who were selected for the Shelter prepared to embark. Radiation was down, we were assured by first Speaker,

It wasn't the time to stand there. I needed to move, and quickly.