You're not real and you two are only here for moments at a time and then vanish. Like bubbles popping. I don't know anything. I don't feel anything. I'm barely here myself.

In the night, hidden in the emptiness, I heard a muffled, guttural growl, as if someone or something was in agony; I paused, more still than restrained—somewhere in between I

Ninja Pope said "gloria ad populum!" and scaled the wall of the Sistine chapel with his rosary climbing hooks. His intention to replace the rising black smoke signal with

"I like my friends alive, but thanks for asking,"

He made sure to stay hidden as his boss left the office to grab a cup of coffee. "Perfect! Time to grab that file." He quickly moved to get the envelope, and when he opened it,

Who were the first Folders? Where did they come from and how were they created? According to evolution,

The weekend again. There are 52 per year & I've lived what 50 odd years? So about 2500 weekends & optimistically I can expect around 1500 more . Ofcourse when I retire, every day

Before you decide to add the next line to what I am now telling you...think very carefully, Don't rush! You have three minutes...think! I am thinking about a time when things were

Hey. My name is Donovan. Well, I have a title now, but I still can't get the hang of it. Something about being called Blackblade just feels weird.

It had been a dark and rainy night. Thunder clapped across the inky sky. Heath walked along the cobbled path, thinking to himself:

"Now you will only be able to speak in Shakespearean vernacular." The kitschy witch laughed as the girl screamed in pain. Millennial ebonics were her life. Slang was her life force

When I started this one I was hoping to tell you a little something that I am about to make up as I type and listen to Joe Walsh and his wah wah. You did not see it but there was a

Chug-a-chug-a CHOO CHOO! The B&O railroad has arrived! Next stop, get out of Jail free card, by Chance, draw one card, you may win or lose!

That was the last straw

As we know it, the world is coming to an end. Hell on Earth, world poverty has heightened , deaths per 1000 live births per year have peaked over a billion while old beings---

I want to tell you a story.Full of magic,friendship,and love.But also madness,torture, and despair.It's not an easy tale to grasp,so pay attention.First,there was The Rabbit.

"You misheard me," I said, hands raised. "I said 'terran-ist.' Means I hold the belief that Mars should be treated as a colony, not independent. Can you put the guns down, please?"

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Gone were the days when a man could just grab the nearest concubine.

Since our drone program was scrapped, we decided air lifting homing zombies into enemy bunkers to be our only hope.