*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.

I listened to it again. "Rickety ... tickety ... bumlickety ... fu shnickety?" Near as I could figure Fu-Schnickens rickshaw had been ticketed outside of an anal enthusiast's estab

The earwig looked around the doorframe for the last time. "Freedom," she thought, "How I've dreamed of you." All those long hours of just being another pest were finally at an end.

Sometimes, when Elfrida the pink sugar elephant felt sad, she'd call Bernie the liquorice panda. "Bernie, I have to talk. It's the white sugar mice. I can't stand their string tail

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I have corn, and what my lousy child was like.

The only 2 famous Austrians I can think of are Arnold Schwarzenegger and Hitler. Marie Antoinette - was she Austrian?

It was a quiet morning company was still sleeping, I took my leisure enjoying the birds inging while I spped my hot vanilla drink. The beautiful mountians now covered in white call

It is said that Picasso, with his last breath, whispered, "Modigliani." Likewise would SlimWhitman expire, issuing the name of his mortal fold nemesis. "MoralEnd..."

Lord Samuel of Goldwood let out a loud belch. Sir Matt Fornicot blushed. King Smith XI rose and boomed "HOW DARETH THEE BURP IN MY ROYAL PRESENCE?!".

"With fire magic, the latin-y words don't make you catch fire; rather, magic shifts our timeline to one in which you'd happen to catch fire via other means. So you see, Your Honor,

It's always the dude with the monster schlong that wants to hit the nudie beach. But I guess that's how the world works; play to your strengths. So the seven of us ended up on a

Many years ago, a man had a dream. This dream was ruined by a woman he met. Her existence in his life would've belonged in a love story, if it weren't for what she did to him...

"Rabbits don't fly. Eagles don't swim. Ducks look funny trying to climb. Squirrels don't have feathers. Stop comparing. There's plenty of room in the forest!" Mr. Fox & his running

Anpanman scarfed two anpan and felt the ankō power course through him. He grew to a spongy girth and bounced down the street shooting sticky goo at Zillachan and the the hoard of

Buttercup. Yellow. Sun. Ra. Cleopatra. Asp. Stripes. Tiger. Burning. Symmetry. Circle. Egg. Sperm. Tadpole. Croak. Crickets. Wickets. Grass. Daisy. Buttercup.

Why do people want to kill me? I don't do any harm to others, well unless I feel threatened. I'm Buzzella and I'm a Bumble Bee.

Aubrey was eight years old. Why was he being bothered about college? To hell with a career in a future mad world! Unfortunately he was cursed with a cool mom: Helicopter Mummy.

With hair that would set the teeth of a comb on edge, a loud shirt that would dim the neon lights of Vegas, and looking like an undernourished cockatoo, he stepped onto the stage

In a dreary November, I set quill to foolscap. A novel in a month? How was that even possible? And so I began with my first sentence...