The town's square was filled by joy,but over there in a corner,someone's sadness was sounding so loud!

"I'm gonna break something tonight, as I grab your fucked up world and slice through it with a chainsaw!" with a Bruce Lee kind of c'mon hand gesture

if you don't go to school,

It's time for visions of sugar plums to be dancing in my head. Although, I'm not sure I like

The woman stood there with the smoking gun in her hand. Her victim lay there, still as anything.

It was a dark and stormy night. I was alone at home and about to go to bed, when I saw a scary shadow figure at my window. "Who’s there" I shouted. Suddenly there was a flash

He held the knife tightly in his head. He could make use for this, if his heart desired.

They said it was the second coming. The clouds were blood red and raining bats.Tarantulas grew opposable thumbs, and began to giving incredible reviews to horrible movies.

It is possible to steal an infant from the hospital, if you do it just right. You do not even need to use a disguise, if you simply

I shivered and drew in sharp breath as the cold hit my face, and I ran to the pickup. The cold seeped deep into my bones. It's day like these that I want to hunker down at home.

After I slaughtered Megador the Butcher and gathered some gold and stuff, I poked around and discovered a secret cafeteria, where a Beholder was picking at a salad and a small bowl

Hitler had insulted Einstein's mom for the last time.

The feathers dangling from her ears were vintage 80's, like the dream catcher from her rear view mirror. He laughed despite his murderous intent. "You sleeping in your car now?"

I remembered last night. She was sexy, gorgeous, and she really knew how to do it right. I started to get up when pain erupted from my stomach. I looked down and saw my missing

"I-I love you!"

I sat alone in the crowed lunch room. Quietly judging the loud mouth talkers and the extra people who dance around like its recess. Ugh how i wish these people would just leave.

Scrubsassin was cruisin down the dirt road of Southern Indiana. He saw some sweet kneepads and took them. Then he turned the corner and saw rogues. Needless to say he got rekt.

I'd been working on the equation for days and my head was spinning. I needed sleep. "You load sixteen tons and what do you get"? Trying to recreate history from the fragments of

"I deeply deeply respect you, Marsha." All was well until my alien eye syndrome caused my left eye to wander, spiraling like a moth towards what inflamed me, her ample décolleté.

He's a real folding man sitting in his folding land making all his random folds for nobody.Doesn't have a point of view.Knows not where he's going to. Isn't he a bit like you & me?