“Mary walked one mile, at high noon, totally naked, to get to her house; once inside, she immediately got dressed.” John’s declaration made Detective Manatee shift anxiously.

She could have chosen to wake up then, but she didn't. Would it have worked? Well. Maybe. She walked across the shifting ballroom, into the next chamber, which seemed to be

My fingers wandered dangerously close to her lips, stopping long enough on the way to brush through her brown hair. She embraced it, and gazed deeply into my eyes like a doll would

Stiles is clumsy. He is always getting rekt like a skrub. so stiles said "@MLG_assassins is stupid" and all of a sudden he was being REKT LIKE A SCRUB! then..

This is going to hurt.

"I was always good at starting fires!" Bobby said proudly, backing away from his latest endeavor.

Andrea y Julian estaban jugando en el parque cuando se acerco su abuela y les dijo que ya se tenian que regresar a la casa porque tenian que cenar

The best day of my life. It was a Saturday morning when

Echo implies a bounded space. Even if open, obstruction present.

I saw the sun rising. It was shining. I stopped and saw the sun rising. Rising and shining. The sun was rising. So bright so shining.

If I could look like someone from the movies, I'd look like Lee Marvin. He had a presence and somehow got the girl, even if he had to kill her first. I turned from the mirror and

I don't understand why we're on this website. What does it have to do with web designing? I'm seriously thinking about

Braaaaaaaaa!!

He'd switched careers, moving from programming to the classroom. He kept having to remind himself that kids were not machines. There was such little logic in what they did.

If I don't wake up on time,

Under the guise of helping me to clean up the stables Beecher managed to gather himself a third breakfast. One that he offered to share with me for a story. I felt he was asking on

Jumping on the bar top in my platform shoes, I realized I was a different person than I thought I was.

It was a choice of living life to the fullest, seizing the day, or watching a "Heroes" marathon on Netflix with a bottle of Mountain Dew Code Red and a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos.

There come days when, despite all the efforts of a frustrated mind, no words come, but only a low string of murmurs and whisperings, dying feebly on the tongue.

Her breath, smokey with condensation, cut through the air like