It was the summer of July, 1986. That's where it all began.

"So, how do you do this again?" I asked him, staring down at the equation scribbled on my paper.

As Lee-Lee typed her latest fold, she wondered if writing about yawning affected anyone else as it affected her as she covered her mouth with her hand to hide another yawn.

A wave of sadness overcame me. I knew it. It was over. What once was, had died, withered away into nothing. I didn't even have the power to conjure up tears, all I could do was

"I just realized I won 30 million dollars at the lottery, so please forget my previous rant against inflation. What a beautiful country we live in! I will get 3 butlers, 5 cars,

A Cocker Spaniel, a Shih-Tzu, a Wiener Dog, a Newfoundland Dog, and Sven the Police Dog where making the rounds in the Tensta, when the ran into a pack of

Once upon a time there was a beautiful butterfly.

She woke up to a the everyday routine of going to school, work, then bed. But on the weekend, she put on the blonde wig and was center stage at the Wells Fargo Center. She was.....

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...

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

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.

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.

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...

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?!".

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

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.

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

*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

My haberdashery is infect with moths. They scream

I stared at the rusted old sign. YOU ARE ONLY PERMITTED TO LEAVE THE COMPOUND WHEN ACCOMPANIED BY A GUARDIAN.