This story is about a little kite. Little kite was flying high in the sky. Then she said to herself "what is going to happen is all my friends are going to have a party with me"

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."

after puting on the jumpsuit and getting ready to jump off the cliff i turned around and I seen

"Pie in the sky," Ralph chuckled to himself. "What a stupid expression."

"I am a memory machine." he said, sitting down on the rock. "I'll tell you stories of the past, of thousands of years ago and when you are gone I will tell others about you."

Homicide

“Three days, huh?” Ken nodded with a broad grin on his face. Coq au Vin is a chicken recipe that involves chicken, wine, mushrooms, onions and time. It’s probably the most

The heater breathed out life sustaining heat into the apartment, but it was far too late for that. It had betrayed the children during the night during a moment of petty revenge

I always wanted to name a kid Spock.

His hair line fascinated her. She was nine inches taller than him and his hair transplant job was as obvious as a row of telephone poles crossing a flat barren desert. Neat spots

She howled from the shadows, fingers clenched in tangled hair. Her teeth were ground to the gums and the painkillers staving off the anguish from exposed roots were wearing off.

They say confession is good for the soul. Mind you, they also say "many a mickle makes a muckle". Consequently, I don't have a lot of truck with what they say. Some secrets though,

Aeadar, a young boy in a highschool, in some computer class was developing a story, when he noticed that it was in complete, so his idea was to have other people add to it, and so

Sometimes I think about it late at night. If I could, would I go back and do something different so I could be with her, forsaking this future of wife...family. I don't like the

The fletcher handed a silver tipped arrow to him. They'd never hit their mark, but they had to appear valuable enough that they would not be wasted when the sheriff came to check

I didn’t know what happened for the next ten seconds because I was running back to my car. When I returned, Ronny was screaming something through the geyser of blood in his mouth

It was unpopular in the surrounding states but she would have no part of it. "I think they're are just prudes" she cried as she reached for her purse in the pale moon light.

I snuck to the driver’s side of her giant Dodge and popped the hood. I slid out from behind the wheel and pushed the hood release completely and pushed it up.

Query: where do babies come from? The precocious 3-year-old always had the most annoying way of bringing up difficult subjects.

Ribbed, pleasure dotted or “rough rider” condoms are usually billed “for her pleasure.” This phrase is a fallacy. Women are not sexually stimulated by