I tend to procrastinate and sit on Facebook too much when I should be

Alone, old man Suzuki lived a quiet, rural life in a decrepit hut near Kyoto, the ancient city where his dreams had been crushed, his fortune seized, and his only son kidnapped.

"I like my friends alive, but thanks for asking,"

Ever get that funny deja vu feeling?

"Coffee - and Irish it up for me," said the man in the bright blue jump suit. He didn't strike the waitress as

If local lore was to be believed, nobody had been murdered or decapitated here for hundreds of years. But history was written by the victors, and they were selling condos like

"What's the big deal if I was making out with some other dude on the dance floor? I didn't know his name, so it didn't mean anything."

I keep wanting to get offline and sleep, but right before I do, I keep thinking to my self, "just one more fold, one more stumble, one more reddit, one more search... etc." Help m

"How did I get here?" he thought as he sat on the tip of a Trident Nuclear Weapon. It was damn uncomfortable. He looked down and realized just how far down

"I would never punt my son," she claimed. I chuckled at her naieveté and said, "What if a maniac sets up a doomsday device, and he'll only shut it off if you punt your son? Hmmm?"

Right now I am hearing their dreams. I don't know how... I guess it is like a podcast but not really. Way beyond VR. Anyway, this guy, he's from Ohio but dreaming about Berlin in

Ah baloney. Abalone. A ball on knee.

hmmm wat do i have to acomplish today? house chores or..

There's a talking spider with a web in my living room. It normally keeps to itself, but it sometimes likes to make snarky comments on my actions, which can be annoying.

She spoke my name with a melody that I'd never heard before. A song danced along each intonation and echoed a sugar coating from my lips to my heart. Not touching her was not an

He gulped down his last swig of Maalox and then he champed down on his last piece of candy cigarette. As the early morning sun captured his eyes, all expression escaped from his

I'm a panda waiting to be rescued from the Antarctic. Why am I here.

With the sweet singing of angels I fell in to a deep slumber or so I believed until...

The humming bird buzzed my head, lifting a small tuft of hair. Being damn near bald, that meant he had come real close. I just wanted to refill the feeder. Cute but annoying, Like

This was not going to be my best day. I knew this the moment I stepped out of bed and fell over my shoes I had carelessly scattered around my bed the evening before. My head felt