These are a few of my favorite words: Squeegie. Pumpernickel. Carbuncle. Earwig. Festooned. Snorkel. Crabby. Roachmotel. Cataclysm. Simpelton. Hobo. Make a story out of them!

The sky was on fire. Not in a beautiful, metaphorical, take a picture with your phone sense. In a ohmygodeverythingsgoingtodie sense. I pushed my way into the cave, screaming for

12 ways to admit you are wrong: 1) slather your lips with the deepest red lipstick and kiss the mirror writing "I'm sorry" with the mascara 2) fall on the floor moaning in grief

A Tale of Two Animalcules. Amoeba & Paramecium were inseparable companions in a tiny pond holding pseudopod in cilia until one day Paramecium adopted Algae as endosymbiont.

Dear Diary: Dad's dead, & all I got was his ring. Duncan's dead too - oh, and Gurney too. Mom and I are being chased by giant worms. My eyes are turning blue (cool) but I keep

Woe woe woe. Hang on. What's that? Let me get a whiff. Hey hey, what a bouquet! That's some bitchy scent! Poodle? Hint of musky mutt & Schatzi's been here. Hey don't yank my chain

A Twilight synopsis: [They like each other. A lot.] A FiftyShades synopsis: [They do it. A lot. Under his expert touch.] A HarryPotter synopsis: [Love is more powerful than hate.]

As I looked up, he removed his sunglasses and pierced me with aquamarine irises. My stomach tightened and I subconsciously touched my inner thigh. "Hi" he breathed, "I'm

"Why isn't anyone adding to my briliantl fold? It's just rolling off the front page & everyone's ignoring it!". It really chapped his ass. Busted his spleen. Made his blood boil.

I collect stamps only depicting tropical birds with profiles turned to the left. They have to be first-day proofs untouched by human hands. ...and you?

Lou Bergs had traveled all the way through time to mow my lawn. He swore that my single mom's grilled chicken breast was worth the trouble, though I suspected darker motives. Penet

It would have been a day like any other day had it not been for the bin lorry crash. Six died in the carnage including a mother and father and their young daughter. Jim thought

As I stood in the meeting place I felt like such an idiot. Why had Betty insisted I come dressed like a frog?

Edison looked across the city lit by his electric lights. He smiled privately; only one man stood in his way, that damned Tesla.

I saw a hungry zombie come in the streets with a guitar as he was singing a song and playing with his guitar at the same time, killing the humans and consuming them,i was .........

Being here atop the story should be a thrill for me but for some reason it isn't. I mean, I know that I am the beginning but from here I can not see how it ends. Will I find closu

He entered the musty old Wand shoppe.No need to ring a bell, the door creaked loudly enough, but Mr. Olivander did not appear.Instead a stooped over fellow with a mole rat face and

The sheets were wet under him. He couldn't open his eyes or move. He was in his ex-wife's bed. He knew because the air smelled like her vanilla perfume. Then he heard her laugh.

This story will end after 10 lines and I have now 130,no,120,no...fewer and fewer...characters left,so let me get to the point.My name is George,and I have a secret.

I discovered a loophole in the rules of polite society & started using a laptop bag as a manpurse. Trouble was, I could never find anything in there. One time at Victor's Surprise