The shot glass was overturned, but leaking a brown liquid onto the table. "Alcohol abuse" thought Leo. He lifted the glass and tongued the remains, then slurped the rest off the

As he lay on his hospice bed, death fast approaching. A religious councilor came to try and comfort him. She spoke for a while and he said "Hush! God can wait. Paul Harveys on."

They were gone, all of them. I came home, and they were gone.

As a young sailor of little means, I dove with a full tank to visit the Octopus' Used Sub lot. He had just the thing, a sweet yellow number driven by a little old lady from Jamaica

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The broble is the book that talks about important things like brosus. If you are a broliever you believe in the bro-code, and you believe in broven and broll. If u r a brothiest

I enjoyed working with numbers because numbers made sense. They were logical--unlike people, who were more like abstract art in which you could only guess the artist's true motive.

john, a good looking guy, is walking in a forest. he sees little red hood. her favorite color is red. she likes to bake cookies for her grandmother.

I took a class called 'Creative Writing' and had no idea what to expect. One day,

Phillip Perry and Ray Fitzgerald were teammates on the hazelwood west basketball team

تجمّعت الحيوانات في الغابة مقابل شجرة البلّوط العتيقة بناءاً على استدعاء البومة لهم جميعاً، اصطفّوا بهدوء و انتظام متنظرين حضورها، و التي كانت أقدر حيوانات الغاب و أكثرهم حكمة،

There it was again. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. A steady two beat rhythm. Like a giant heartbeat, or the drumbeat of an encroaching army, marching just out of sight, but heard for miles.

Sneezing again. This head cold just would NOT go away. But maybe, just maybe I can find some kobold minions that aren't TOO stupid, to search out ingredients to a legendary remedy

Churning out worries like butter. Makes the batter tastes strange.

it was time for some affirmative action to reninstate gender balance on the whole sacrifice-the-virigin-to-the-gorilla social more. The social justice warriors tied the groom to a

His strained eyes jumped from the blinking cursor of the dulling screen to the bobblehead at the front of the room wading left and right, back and forth through the stale air.

Dexter's vision shook violently as his lie detection powers activated and Cera's words echoed in his brain. "Miraculously we escaped with our lives." Dexter's throat went icy cold.

He was running in the night from someone that was following him, someone who did not want him to publish that corruption story. He reached to his gun and calculated his steps. Now!

One day a boy was walking when he found a puppy in a box

Harry Potter was a school boy