At Solferino the air was full of the cries of the wounded and dying. Bonaparte wrote: Josephine, ma biche, I'll be back in 3 days. Don't wash. Je t'embrasse partout, Napoleon (Emp)

I'm sorry my little file-o-fish.

How do I know that my flight is going to take off in time? The estimated time of arrival says two hours by my intuition says

The cat drools when you pet it.

The headless horseman settled down for the night. His pumpkin head had turned several days back and was stinking up the hotel. It was about time to carve another, but this time

When the beautiful woman ran toward the foul smelling pile, she didn't even notice the man with the knife at the entryway. She was mesmerized by another stench, she was

He sat down. Quietly. He read the barf bag. He'd felt a little jumpy and scanned the passengers coming on board. No body language cues. A ten year old said, "You're an Air Marshall

There once was a boy named Joe

i don't know what to write. i clicked the create button for no good reason. should i tell a tale of aleins or giant monsters? romance or war? eh, romance is stupid, so i'll make war

“Doesn’t help”, she said making a face. “Sorry”, I replied self consciously. “No…I mean, it doesn’t help because you smell like dog shit. No amount of gum or mints is going to

He dismissed his secretary for the night. She'd served him well and would not be consumed by the flames of hell before the morning. He cringed. He so wanted them to, but good help

The third bullet slammed into his chest, but there was no more pain. And in the moments left, he knew there was just one more thing he had to do. He could see

Following our tradition, we drank our way through the election results. Now, after midnight, we're drunk. There's a new world starting tomorrow, so so

Billy Mays woke up. He throat was dry. He couldn't lift his head. That's when he felt the piano wire around his throat, the Russians told him to lay still.

It was only when I woke up that I realised that not was all that it seemed. 2 mins and 17 secs had passed and for what?

I’ve always had an arrogant streak in my nature, so a humbling setback every now and then is probably good for my soul.

His loft was filled with "designer items": standing lamps that looked like street lights, a scratching post like a hydrant, recliners looking like economy airline seats. The worst

Cuando abrió su ultraportátil, la imagen seguía allí, mirándole inquisitivamente desde el fondo de su escritorio, igual que un huésped que no acaba de irse

Hi havia una vegada una granota i una vaca blava que vivien al mateix bloc de pisos, a la ciutat de Maithoimaginaries.

We floated through the clouds in the balloon. The Fuschia Fields were as beautiful as the guidebook said. The octopus was prattling on about the dry wind. I yelled over the wind,