FoldingChat was a debacle from the get-go. Meant to connect the folding community, it instead led to the abandonment of its parent site. The first murder occurred within a week of

Patrick was whining about pizza.

christ, I'm fuckin sloshed. I'm five pints and a bottle of bucky down and I've got to get home. 'Peter,' Danny says, 'are you okay?' Does it look like I'm okay you fuckin gobshite?

"Hmm Hmm, And what have we hear? Some sad, washed up little sapling that tried to take the whole river instead of sticking to his puddle. And for that he almost drowned." She spat

I'll just fall asleep, right here, in class. While the teacher isn't looking and everyone else around me is focused on the screen. I can finally start dreaming about

Little Red Riding Hood stood in the silence of the forrest, concealed with her red flowing cape, she held the large butcher knife in her right hand, she had one last job to see to.

My dad always told me love was tricky to find, but he forgot to mention how impossible it was to keep.

Children, put your electronics away. In our school we use blackboards and chalk, and pen and paper. If you don't like it, run away into the electronic wilderness where predators

She became caretaker for the woman who gave birth to her; a woman whose brain was being relentlessly ravaged by prions attacking and rearranging the very proteins of her

Now place the two rafters sideways on the ground and insert the

Treaties signed, the president walked down the hall. Y2k had gone well and the American people were worried about almost nothing. The budget surplus and economic prosperity were

"Who the hell doesn't like the movie Bootie Call?" he screamed into the store PA system. He was steaming happy and wanted answers later. He shrieked at

Bald headed, bald headed, bald headed, bald...hair? There is hair on this head!?!?! Johnson damn it, that fool, that cretan. He should be pistol-whipped for this. I never thought

Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced "bouquet") his role model. Meryl Streep his muse. Anderson Cooper his archenemy. Anson Williams

All that fills my eyes is white light. Snow and sun. The dogs know where we're going but my body no longer has a sense of direction. The shadowless world makes me feel like

His eyes were open, dead to the world and reflecting nothing but the flies that climbed on them. I started to close them, like in the movies, but stopped at one. I liked winking.

When the magic of her smile faded, it was withering. She drained the friendly out of her face whenever her friends disappeared, just in case someone beneath her might look in her

As an officially licensed "Monster Hunter" - It's my job to hunt down creepy things that go bump in the night. Armed with a

And that's when it happened. Bruce Lee's ghost materialized. Jackie Chan shivered. Bruce Lee slapped his face and said, "Total concentration!?!" Jackie threw his drink and

Por fin se acercaba la gran fiesta de fin de Año