A misterious bright object was spotted on the surface of the Moon. It was moving slowly and often changed the direction. The day after, it was in all the newspapers - all over the

It takes a village to write a Folding Story.

One fine afternoon afternoon I'm playing in a soccer friendly match and a sudden tackle came in and I .......

*CREEEK*the door was opening slowly.Wind was howling through the windows and blowing the curtains.Unknown footsteps were heard running in the hall.Outside,roaring thunder was heard

They had a paradise but they lost it. They wasted their love and spent their happiness on useless worries.

Flotilla Bathos was languishing in the windowless desiderium one morning when the butler brought in her daily salmanazar of wine. "How is your prolapse today, madam?" "Chives, what

Rondo pulled up for a jumper right in LeBron's face. As the ball went through the net he smiled and yelled

My, the apples on the ground are much more soft than the apples on the trees. Look at the size

Regrets, we all have them. One in particular haunts me day and night. It all stems back to April '82. The wanton urge

The geography of the area was working against the road builders of the 19th and 20th centuries, who were hellbent on draining the swamps to expose the rich black mucky

The worst part of it all is that my husband now looks at me with a tinge of disappointment in the back of his glance - mixed with anxiety about the future. He blames himself, but

She was coming to spend the weekend at the ski house we rented. I had heard all the stories about her exploits and was ready to try my luck. I was so nervous, what if she

His vicious teeth shined back at me from across the table. A testament to british orthdontics, their jagged inconsistency cut a serrated edge against the darkness within.

Unicorns gathered on the banks of the stream surrounded by flutters of fairies and wood folk. A misty dusk subdued them as the current pulled the burning infant elf king's funerary

The office was full of boxes four months after they'd settled in. He knew the last of them contained a point of contention and he was in no hurry to reach it. Memories fade, but

Molten shuttlecocks rocketed toward Vanessa. She'd reached the final level of extreme badminton where all executions were unresurrectable. Never in the history of the sport had

"The choice is yours: cherry pie or dark chocolate piroulines." Her aristocratic voice swirled around his head, mocking him. This was no choice. He was sure of it. It was a test.

Por fin se acerca el 31 de Diciembre y en toda la casa ya se respira el olor a fiesta.

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

Being a meercat is no picnic since the cameramen showed up. And the fame - Flower has become a real bitch. Strutting and preening. What''s a father to do? I can't