I knew South-London would never feel the same without my dearest friend, Jane, to cart me around all the shops I found boring. Everything was better with her around. In the summer,

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It round midnight & I was sitting at the piano diminishing some sevenths and walking the bass line. Autumn leaves were falling out of the window. So what? I thought to myself, it's

Since the police had me tagged as a suspect, I knew then I had to incinerate my garbage. Any phone bill, any left-over sandwich wrapper, could link me to the scene.

Professor Gabriel Emerson stood in the doorway of his study, hands in his pockets, gazing on his wife with no little heat. His tall, athletic form was striking, as were his rugged

He was the bright, crystal waters of the Mediterranean. She was the deep, muddy waters of the North Sea. Mixed together, they were the Bay of Biscay - prone to shipwrecks.

I was doing roller blading in the park , SUDDENLY, I SAW ONE OF MY FRIEND. HE ASKED ME' RAHUL HOW IS THE WEATHER ? IT IS SCORCHING HEAT , IN THIS HEAT I MAY GET SUN BURN AND ....

"G'bye, boy." Johnny knelt down & brushed away a tear as the hamburger whined. "Go! I can't keep you anymore." The burger dejectedly scampered away, tomato slices and lettuce bits

Some scenes that may have led to this decision to stop the telefilm include the portrayal of shirtless men talking in

The man backed up and ran over the little boy again. He looked out the window and saw boy's head hadn't been crushed. He grabbed his briefcase and started whacking

'Look at the size of that' cried Stephen pointing at the matchbox sized spider in the bath. Little did he know that the spider had just cried exactly the same thing in Arachnish...

Do you like trolls? If the answer is yes, feed me, the troll. How i started to be a troll? Well, i was at an computer. Navigating, like usual. Someone asked me if i was a noob. I

She was old school and classy. The deep red lips, soft little hands, and her scent that would make a man melt like a candle. They don't make em like that no more, and today

"Arrrrr me matey, I be Captain John D. Pussinfeathers and I'll be your guide on these troubled waters. ARRRR." Jesus, Bob thought, was this tour really going to be 2 hours?

I want to go home.

The needle probed a vein, popped it. She sighed, her toes curling on the filthy mattress. Ever since sandmen, dream entradistas, brought back the stuff, the world lay in a stupor.

Cairn searched the the depths of his memory for the stupidest joke he could think of. "What's a dentist's favorite time?" he quipped.

Having just completed my meta-analysis of all 84,025 folds to date, and correcting for coincidence, collusion, and allowed randomization, I have concluded that

A Levantine man approached my house yesterday. Maybe it was me, but he smelled like saltwater and pule, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.

Did you ever think hey I'm free.I can think what I want.Write what I want. Imagine how much room is up there? What if everyone felt like that.Just being heard. A voice in the fugue