There once was a talking parrot named Norman. I mean he could really talk. He wasn't just repeating things he'd heard. Now the funny thing was Norman was owned by a linguist who

I was walking into a store when I saw a famous amos cookie the size of a tank. I tried to eat it, but it seemed a little stale, so I stopped trying to eat it. Oh well, I'm just

can I possibly get a fold truly finished? I have one of my own the other was started by someone else it was about a cat i think and mine about a murderer. but the rest unfinished

Ruth looked at me, waiting for an answer - her bright blue eyes magnified by her giant spectacles and the lines on her old, tender face were furrowed in confusion. I finally said "

"Follow me Avery. No, no please don't be shy. As you walk along through these doors you will I hope soon find that WE posses the cure for all your ailments. You do have those don't

He walked behind her deliberately. He was guided perfume in an invisible wake, so smitten he could have done it with his eyes closed. Nobody noticed him, not even her. His lungs

With his apnea kicking in, his snoring interrupted the second aria of Der Valkyrie. His wife attempted to hit him in the ribs with her clutch purse. The ushers crouched forward and

Bill O'Reilly

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I decided it was time to change my field of employment: two thousand kills was more than enough; I took all of my weapons and gave them to Goodwill.

"Yeah, that's my art on the wall." She said, smiling at the man in the suit. The suited man smiled and said, "This entire coffee shop is my art." Howard Schultz then smugly

Michelle said, "You have no idea." And Biden smiled. His eyes had pain in them too. And she knew he knew. Maybe they were both high, but they were also orphans of power.

Her idea of a perfect Friday night was making jewellery from fake flowers and candy, cutting the sleeves off of jackets and shortening skirts. Sometimes, she even looked happy.

THE ISLAND

He felt a sharp pain in his side as he scurried hurriedly down the ladder. He felt a numbing burning sensation at the core of his body. He knew how she felt

So here it is 7:48 in the morning. I just took a swig of oj and apparently my fridge broke last night. It was hot and tasted like sweaty ass. Geez I wonder what the rest of the day

In the space of four seconds, Joey recounted his life's accomplishments. He'd had a surprisingly full life, despite only having lived to 22. The wall, and his death, were fast

I turned the channel and there was it was...an " art house" film. How could this be? I didn't order this, i thought to myself...strange...

This is the story of Tom. Tom was a simple man. Tom was a good man. He lived his life as an ideal example for others. Everyone loved Tom. Everyone except for that vile

Brother Wallace awoke in a strange and peculiar place. He was in a darkened room with the only light coming from a dim magenta lit hallway. "Where am I" he pondered

He sat cross legged, the way the Indian had showed him. He started the chanting. His soul lifted from his body, floated through the ceiling and into his brother's bedroom. He