Unmoving, remote, inscrutable, The Man in the Woods would sometimes startle various hikers as they passed his way and left either spooked or frustrated at his nonresponsiveness. O

I think I found a small bit part of the green fairy.

The swords edge was as sharp as hell, the steel itself burned with the hatred of the hundreds of souls it had taken out of this world and put in the next. always it was warm to the

Doug the dog and Cate the cat were best friends.

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

"Here I am." He said with wonder in his voice "The end of my rope, yet i've never felt better." He took a few more steps towards his fate "i've waited so long for this, so long...

"James, did you give Jimmy his zombie meds?" Did he? Heart thumping, he raced to the den where their toddler had already swallowed most of the baby. "Not a 100 percent sure, Honey!

Hambone hambone have you heard?

I launched myself into the Cosmo, a babe, a raw nerve looking to take root in some place or time. To being changed by the journey from promise to fact. I AM THAT I AM. & you unders

A brunette, a redhead, and a blonde are stranded on a deserted island. A magical lamp washed up on the shore and out popped a Genie, "I will grant each one of you one wish!"

A woman beacame sick and when she felt her end was drawing near, she called her only child to her bedside.

One, two, three. Four, five six. I want this to rhyme. Drumsticks.

That guy is gone now. We are his wake. He always leaves us behind to do the hard work. The plodding and trudging, that is our plate. Still, we're standing at least. Some can't do

The Sun screamed, and Barnes smiled. "Such a miracle, brethen" He muttered

How to make America great...again. 1--bring back nickel beer at football games. 2--only hire women who have naturally humongous breasts to work at Hooters. 3--Make the wolf whistle

I like hearing her sandals shuffle gracefully along the sandy cattail-riddled path to the shoreline, and the sparkle in her eye when she first sees the surf rolling toward her.

She couldn’t decide what to put on her list of “things to do before you die.” She had less than two weeks figure it out. Harold Camping had predicted the apocalypse again.

Battle Robots were great as far as expensive metallic self-masturbatory fighting went, but if you wanted true lethal tactical full contact slaughter fun, you had to

Truthful or not,it was a good story and she believed him.John was not faithful to her,but he was not THAT creative!Nobody was!John got home at 4AM,woke Phoebe up and spilled it:"I

The already dim lights flickered and then went out. When the came back on, you wouldn't believe what was gone.