love is evol spell it backwards i'll show ya

The best way to end the day is with a nice warm glass of...

Once upon a time there were magical hippos from the grand land of Germany. Every day they would hail Mexico and rule all of the minorities from the mother land then they would

Moo said the cow when the sun started to come up. When I hear the cow in my sleep I wake up and

"Son, I've started more stories than you've even added to. Heck, I was folding stories back when you were picking music for your Myspace page." "Yes, but just look at my Avg. Score

I see her all time online, but don;t know when we'll meet. We vChat all day but its confusing. Should we commit or not commit. It's hard to make decisions...

Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the

This is a story about a sheep called Lola, she is white but she has a funny brown spot on her left eye.

"How many scarabs are in this mummy?" Candide Argos, PhD pulled another one out with a pair of jeweler's tweezers. He counted twenty-five so far. He called his graduate student to

Na Joana està desconsolada

I dropped down onto my knees when I've finally discovered that he threw our history away and treated as if it never happened.

A thousand little stories clawed free of his fingers; each of them an infectious, creeping epidemic of dark ideas. Each waiting to take root in minds unsuspecting and give rise to

As he sat at the bar wondering how his life had been incredibly dull up to this point, he was suddenly and inexplicably struck by

The first thing that hit me after the crash was the sound. Or the lack thereof, I should say. One minute we were traveling toward L.A. at 100 mph, the next we were buried in a pile

it was a sunny summer day the air was hot, the water was freezing at the beach everyone was playing and having a good time, the kid were lining up to get ice cream until.

"Nothing like this ever ends well," she said, holding onto my arm. I squeezed her hand. "Maybe this will be different," I answered, but I knew

Little did I know, I truly was "looking like a fool with my pants on the ground."

Opening the book, I saw a piece of paper flutter to the ground. It was the odd, but familiar, markings that caught my eye. I reached down and picked it up. Sure enough, it was

Yesterday I went shopping

I never really understood the concept of love; I never could grasp the concept of "loving" someone. What does love feel like? How do you know its love and not just a simple ache.