She peers at the box in curiosity. Johnny told her not to open it; Johnny said he'd be back soon. She sneaks a peak around and glances back at the box.

What can you answer if a child asks 'Is Santa Claus real?' You can tell him the truth and destroy his hope and trust. But what if that person is an adult? What would you say then?

"It's a show about a guy who leaps into different bodies... I've called it Quantum Leap." I said. The TV execs eyed me suspiciously like they'd heard it all before. "It's new...

The Creator of the Cosmos said "Behold!" and after quite a long while of incremental development there eventually arose some bickering here and there, and contretemps besides. This

after watching My Fair Lady instead of the super bowl, Chuck was sure that he'd proven his love and that Nancy would finally give into his craven desire to

Gloria Monday relied on the Sic Transit System to get her where she needed to go. She was a card shark in frumpy yoga attire, and her invisible pass was her ticket to ride. Double-

Hardy knew that fucker spilled that scalding water on purpose. But Laurel's dead, soulless eyes, the eyes of a killer, meant he couldn't hurt him directly. Oh god, did he know?

I knocked. Knock tap tap tap knock. "Password?" I said "Up yours." The door opened and I stepped into the safehouse. A DEA agent was dead in the corner. 15 kilos of coke were piled

If I told you once, I told you a thousand times...don't pick your nose! Cramer bent his head in shame, knowing she'd have to tell him a thousand and one times. An anger boiled up

It was a day when everything eas odd...look outside the window and sow...

The Sun is the only thing that makes me happy, feel it. Its heat is short, when a roof cover its warm light and me back to reality, to the courtyard. After three hours of class.

Time to start. Pencils - check. Scrap paper - check. Form 1040A and instructions - check. 3d6 - check. Set of miniatures and map board - check. Box of Girl Scout cookies -

"Waaaait! Stop! It's the balloon child!" the mayor shouted. The crowd gasped and looked where he pointed. The balloon child

I looked around me. I fought of the cold winter breeze with a warm, comforting coffee.

"Was the purpose of the folds on folding story to perpetuate a theme throughout the entire story?" he wondered.

He was wired for sound, literally.

O smelly spaniel, how do you reek? Let me count the ways.

Easter and Errington Xmas 2011

I'm in a couch. No lie.

Philomena Cunk, Chairman of Cunk Inc, strode into the boardroom. She had a brace of lawyers with her but they'd be useless in the brawl that would follow her announcement