"Shall I?" "Yeah." "Are you absolutely sure about this?" "Just do it".

Once upon a time a very independent woman decided that it was time to get to know a man to share her life with.

Bob sang his favorite song, and crawled down the hallway

She let out a strangled cry as a furry hand gripped her forearm. It sure didn't feel like a dream, but she couldn't recall anything that had hairy hands and opposable thumbs.

Good-bye, mission control. Thanks for trying.

Unfortunately, Jim was worrying about his exams.

Thirty years after the Firestorm, the Terrors & the Winter, those of us who were selected for the Shelter prepared to embark. Radiation was down, we were assured by first Speaker,

"You can sleep in a comfy bear-shaped sleeping bag for as long as you like, but that will not save your planet or its residents. Your minds are undisciplined; your tech is equal to

smckrobinson really wanted kristyleann to attend a strange party that was being thrown for her two months after her wedding. They've known each other IRL for years, and

"Ach." tutted Souperwoman. Jakob had spilt soup on his shirt, and was hungrily lapping it up. But Souperwoman was hiding Jakob from the grammar Nazis, and so let him be. Jakob

The worst part about depression is that even when you`re surrounded by people, you feel alone.

"Thee-ate-er." That's how Billy Joe Greenbob said it when I took him to a Broadway show in NYC. Country boy in the big city. I think that's the day I fell in love with him.

Kate sat with her boyfriend, about to meet his parents at a ritzy outdoor restaurant. "I'm only dating him because I'm bored.That's it!" She gets up and

If you ask me, the most nefarious type of pasta is

Whatever Mum’s saying’s drowned out by the grimy roar of the bus pulling away, revealing a pub called The Rabid Fox. The sign shows three beagles cornering a fox. They’re about to

Sarah was excited to finally go on her very first date. She had met a man online and they had immediately clicked. Now they would meet at a local cafe. But Sarah had a dark secret.

The paper airplane was set in flight on Sunday, July 17th at 8:45pm. It contained the first line of this folding story. Viktor stood on the shore of Lake Opeka and wished it well.

Once upon a time there lived a mother of three who turned 40. Her friends wanted to write a short story on her birthday and they found a website to assist. This is that story.

You can't make this stuff up! Oh yes I can!

The pages curled and crackled as roses of flame bloomed along their edges. Blank ink was consumed by black soot, and a column of smoke blossomed into the sky. No more would