The cocoa goddess' day was ruined. First the smores became all runny. Next, the white chocolate was more of a beige. Finally, all the marshmallows were fruity-flavored.

I layed wide awake in my bed, still as the air. All i could hear was my heavy breath moving in and out of my lungs, i stared out the window frightened of what might be downstairs

A girl named Axel sat at her computer her stylus gliding across the black of her tablet. "People run in circles." She sang with the white earbuds spouting music into her ears.

The family was gathered around the table, like past Christmases. The table was set with Waterford crystal. Mother brought out the roasting pan. When she lifted the lid, a severed

Bubba slid the beat-up wooden box out from under his twin bed and puffed the dust off the top. It had been a long time since he had seen inside. He unsealed the top and uncovered

I trembled as the growling in the dark started to fill the large catacombs I found myself in. It was too late. Hell was empty... and all the devils were here.

Until a year ago he owned his father’s pawn shop but left it to deal in anything-you-want from a shop with no address. I saw him walk behind the police car and light

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The light flashed on his answering machine. He stood next to it, wishing he could listen to the messages, but those times were gone. Beside it was a list of songs after his eulogy

"Syphilis. S-y-p-h-i-l-i-s. Syphilis!" "That's correct, Trixie," said Miss Anderdaughter, my first grade teacher. I felt nervous, for it was now my turn in the STD spelling bee.

They missed the last ferry home because her dad was on the toilet and refused to let them leave until he was done. No courtesy flush meant the stench was palpable when

I just completely f'ed up someone's foldingstory and feel bad about it.

He'd hooked his rifles up to the Christmas tree. It really was a work of art. His 100 rifles, handguns zip guns, we're glistening there on 'ol tannenbaum just waiting for

"Let's ride," he said. Plumes of blood and gristle rained down on his lips. The salty copper of the kill overran his tongue. The vomit awoke, where it slept deep in the pit of

It was the stickiest situation since Sticky the Stick Insect got stuck on a sticky bun.

As we walked into the room our senses were overwhelmed with moth balls and mold. It was just the four of us dwarves and the giant pink elephant. T'was almost time to uncover

What is the right way to end a generation of fear and fallen promises? Maybe it's with vengeance or malice or even non-violence and blind benevolence that we remember who we are.

"...Finally, I wish to express my deepest regret for every fold I ever submitted which was inane, disruptive, ill-conceived, or obscene. This concludes my last will and testament."

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As the cold wind blew one night, something mysterious started to happen. The trees took on a different shape, the wind became thick with a slimy mist, and