It was beautiful. There were bows of all colors and sizes. Bows and sock monkeys roamed the land as free as could be. it was spectacular. It was also just a dream.

So, there I was, sitting in my car, listening to Hall and Oates (You make-a my dreams come true-oo, woo-oo-woo-woo-oh yeah-woo-ooo-) when my dashboard happened to explode.

Never again, it will never be the same as before that day. That fateful day that changed their lives for now and forever. They will never be together any more.

"SING FOR ME!" He commanded. "SING FOR ME OR I SHALL..." And in that moment he was cut off by a thing that cut his head off. The thing was

I don't really remember the day I was born...or the day I died for that matter. So I suppose we'll have to skip past all that and get to the real story. Not that there's

He waited for his friends at their usual table. As much as he would have wanted to see them, he dreaded their arrival.

What am I making of this intake? This booze, this gluttony, my Facebook feed trough, the news, the binge-watching? What alchemy occurs in this dust-devil's dissolute crucible? He

"Mr Jones, if you would like to live for a few more centuries, we'll have to give you an intelligence booster shot first." Mark cringed and whined, "But my cat got extended without

Ewan dodged into the cardboard box. His keen mouse ears trickled blood and his the darkness encroached. He sheathed his sword and kissed Monica for the final time. The gun dug into

After angrily looking around for my charger i realize that

It's nice to be stuck in a fantasy isn't it? But you can never be stuck forever. Some day you have to return reality... where it is kill or be killed.

Serious death poem: Death is death. Death is sad. Death is bad.

"JEREMY!!" She screamed at the pan baking a fresh cracked egg. Jeremy was the egg now spilled onto the sizzling pan. She cried. He whispered his last words "Find.... Peep"

Every cupboard in his kitchen...and there were many of them; maybe too many to count...every single cupboard was filled with unlabeled jars of peanut butter stacked 3 high & 4 deep

There it was again! A shadow, flitting in and out of view, as it headed towards Pamela with a slight whooshing sound. "Pamela! Look out!" I yelled, waving my arms to try and get

I felt my blood run cold as they slammed me down onto the frigid, metal table. I tried to struggle, but they only chuckled darkly at me. "Ain't no use tryin' 'ta escape." He said.

Once upon a time, there was -- oh fuck it. B'CHUGERROTH!!!!!!!!!!!

When did you ever hear me quote myself? That is tantamount to reasonable because I am a very quotable guy. I once said about myself that I had lots of things to say about myself to

The flight attendant came along on her Velcro shoes. "Peanuts or almonds, Mr. Whitman?" She noticed his six-shooters. "TBH, ma'am, I could go for a breakfast burrito and a liter of

I grabbed the towel rack. It came out of the wall. I swear it was so big. Water splashed up.