Today Bucky decided he didn't want to be a sidekick he wanted to be a villain. First he decided to get rid of Captain America. "Hi Bucky." Cap said.Then Bucky

The night grew dark under the star. Ashley Joghson was a Books tore Owner. On this night was different. The sounds of the bugs creeked louder then ever before. The trees were

Ginger or Maryanne? Laverne or Shirley? Wilma or Betty? Jeannie or Samantha? Betty or Veronica? Chrissie or Janet? Jennifer or Bailey? Diane or Rebecca?

Stale milk dripped from the walls and the ceiling smelled as if it were made from dung. One day, after the triple-eared guard gave me my food, I finalised my escape plans.

Aunt Valetta sent me outside to collect one more squirrel for the origami paper-making lesson. She was the only person I knew who could flatten an ordinary squirrel and create

She kneaded the dough expertly, it was such great therapy. She rolled it into a rectangle to add the cinnamon-sugar filling. This filled her with so many bittersweet memories as

patababe sat in his room alone no one was home one can only imagine what he was thinking

Dealing with butthurt potsmokers is an arduous trial to say the least, as they can be particularly ornery, kind of like a religious fundamentalist. First make no sudden movements,

Megan opened the door slowly, hoping with all her might that it wouldn't squeak. Mrs. Gordling was harsh at the best of times, but she might just blow a gasket if she caught Megan

Jutting out of the wall was another decomposing hand. "What have I gotten myself into." Thought Margie. Careful not to soil her dress. She picked it up by the hems and continued wa

Voiceover: “Are you one of the tens of tens who suffer from Phantom Mustache Syndrome?” Alex Trebek, listening, air-grabbed Wheat Thins crumbs from his upper lip. “PMS threatens

Every day, at least 100 mothers are killed in unfortunate skiing accidents.

The Nigerian Scientist then pointed at gigantic button down front pockets on the coat. "The large pockets can contain 3 liters of milk each, for when he starts lactating."

It hit me. As a projectionist, I ruled supreme. I could swap a family film for a snuff film, or treat the audience to an erotic shadow puppet show. How best to flaunt my standing?

Derek was the kind of guy who wore a tracksuit everywhere, even though he wasn't a runner. He liked to trick people into thinking he did verbs. An electrolytic beverage belt held

Staring at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his Triumph Spitfire, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands

Wow. I hate it when FS website changes on you w/o warning. Deep down, I know people like my folds, but I need the satisfaction of seeing it, right there. I'm needy. I dont like cha

the big top circus tent floating across the water is not what it seems.

You wait and see.This story will start off nice and sweet, with rainbows & unicorns, cute 'lil sea creatures & clever puns. But trust me, we'll eventually arrive at the bitter end.

The synergy between salty and sweet was never so perfectly acheived as when