Time was passing slowly - very slowly indeed

Vlastomil Keithley cringed when his early paintings came up for auction. Even worse, someone was curating a retrospective of Vlastomil's "Huffy" and "Lame" period paintings. Psych

This notion and these principles are irrefutable evidence that there is highlighter ink in your mind. I have no idea how it got there. The nose. Injection. Mutation, but everytime

The term "sacrum" (i.e. "holy") in connection with cupcakes has led to a proliferation of evangelical bakery items. These items include

He finds it hard to keep coming back to me when I continue to insult him for cheating on me every time he gets high.

"ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?" The response from the audience was a muted, "Yeah, I guess so." "What happened to the head bangers?" wondered the lead singer.

The Keeper was occupied so MJ skyped with Cahaya & Karta. They were coordinating the final details of the great Orang Utan escape by iPad. Most of the zoos had electronic security

It's so easy to say 'this is the last one' when you're still holding it and haven't eaten it yet.

<General statement regarding how the story will turn out.> Followed by <Introduction of protagonist.> Then an <Open-ended description of a hilarious or dangerous situation...>

Did he died?

Galaxy 5QX was dying. Its suns were faded; its tiny beloved worlds were frozen and barren. 5QX exerted itself and its flickering stars sang the swan song that called the Recyclers

When the war ended, Derek left the army and spent his war pension on plastic surgery. At first

At the castle gate, the French army waited to lay siege. Inside, the English had run out of frankincense. "Can someone PLEASE dump the lair pots outside?" the King asked. An archer

Little Old Lady,or Lolly was a black and white pussy....Cat! Pussy cat... She belonged to Sally,an 81er who just thought she owned the house.The real owner was of course,Lolly.

I am Maurice Devulier, the Indiana Jones of perfumes. I hunt smells. The more exotic the better. I've staked out a kakapo mating arena. My object is the smell of a male kakapo.

Folding story needed advertisements, both for it, and also on its site, so more people would play, and so the revenue could support it.

THiS WaS THe BeGiNNiNG oF THe WoRST FoLDiNG SToRy eVeR...

Jezikara of Mars appraised Rasputin with all her senses as the bearded freak stared at her. "I thought that thing was pickled in a jar on Old Earth." She reserved her Martian Sugar

The Nodos put on an apron. The cake was done. It was a very big cake. It was baked in a relativistic jet emitted from a black-hole the Nodos had made, this quantum cake.

The man saw that the wall was tall and all he did was fry an egg in hopes that in some abstract way