Queen Mary Angelina,the first of her name,entered the ballroom and she wore a beautiful green dress,decorated with gold strings and yellow stones.Prince Lucca

I had just a few cartridges left: 2 essential amino acids, 2 carbs, and a couple of fats. I hadn't paid for flavor emulation this month so my printer was serving some bland dishes.

Welcome to Mc.Donalds! what would you like to order?

I seek a Great Perhaps, an opportunity to do something meaningful with my life. But that's very difficult to do working the 9-5 in an office cubicle.

Georgie looked at the empty picture frame on the wall. It had once contained many memories of a happy, safe life. Ever since the purge of wizards from her homeland Georgie's life

The trees in the forest created a barrier between the dragon and me. As I walked closer to the forest, I noticed something on the ground. It was

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Strange to say, but even though Hrengor the Beholder was my alt, it felt like we looked at each other when we discover that one of his alts, Arbo the Starmage, played yet another

I had thought that I was done with the voices. It has been years since I last heard them but I hear them tonight. They are so soft that I can almost believe they are simply static.

I'll tell you a secret story if you promise you won't tell anyone.

After her first turducken, Emily was a woman obsessed. Suddenly, every meal had to include some poor animal crammed into another. She started small at first, stuffing field mice

Did I just hear the Wilhelm Scream or was I just imagining it again?

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.

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"Excuse me, miss, do you have a minute to talk about--" Olivia held up her hand to silence the boy before he could finish speaking, refusing the pamphlet he held out. She was in a

Back in the day, there was no such thing as Ephemerol to dull the mental noise of the ninnies. So when a great clamor arose over Shanyang's crusty boastings, Lao-tse headed for the

The Lady laughed like a mirthful child, tossing her hair and singing songs about puppies as she slowly dragged his naked body, feet-first, towards the industrial sized wood-chipper

The Prince, my son, is dead. More importantly, the Queen's son is dead. I have never seen her like this. My son, the Prince, George Armstrong Custer, will live again even if Time

I am a prosperous, despicable, two-faced, incompetent, ill-mannered, mindless, callous, miserable, corpulent, blustering, erectile-dysfunctioned, man and I would like your vote!