This is a testing story. THis is a new line. Another Hello. Goodbye Tennis Sound of Music Lizzards Tony Is this the end of this story? WIll anyone tell me?

I am an ugly snaggle-toothed mesianic messenger, stubby wings and hands, and chicken feet. Read my unscrollling locks, as I rise like a phoenix. for my historic tweet.

Prunella's father had warned her about the GIs she'd meet while working at the Canteen: "Overpaid, oversexed, and over here." But with bombs falling on London, caution seemed

If ever there was a time to use his cell phone, this was it. But he had left his charger at home and the phone was dead. He squinted down the road and could just make out

The green cow

I've been staying up until one a.m, and that's only when I head upstairs, I usually don't fall asleep until much later. There's this anxious feeling. I dunno.

This is intolerable. I placed my steak order an hour ago. Where was the waiter? I went to the kitchen- it's deserted. Weird. Wait, is that blood on the floor? Wha- ung! (blackness)

As she walked down the dark foggy street, she couldn't see what was ahead of her. She was worried sick that she was still be followed by that man from the club.

If there is no school tomorrow

I couldn't really guess if she was trying to be sexy by laying her breasts on the top of the bar or just.

"I'm not scared of being alone," she said, but I know her better than that.

"What would you do if you could, somehow, reset all of this?" A quiet voice asked, and I jumped slightly from the sudden question. "What would you do different?"

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Jim had a fish. He named it Bob. He was small. He was a goldfish. He got it for his birthday. Which is what he wanted. He was happy. He asked his mom. How she knew

The neurological injury meant she would be stuck at nine, with no persisting memory of anyone but her mom. After that, the 1st time she saw her dad, she screamed stranger danger

I told that idiot I didn't want him walking my dog anymore. I'm tired of waking up and thinking

She was old school and classy. The deep red lips, soft little hands, and her scent that would make a man melt like a candle. They don't make em like that no more, and today

To ring in the New Year, we threw our pots and pans off the balcony.

Elijah had an interview scheduled that was going to determine whether or not he would be given his dream job. He was nervous and didn't know what to do; he paced back and forth.

I did a monstrous number of respectable things for a lot of bad people—or maybe I did a substantial number of terrible things for a lot of good people. I hate people. I love me.