"Seven brides for seven dwarfs."said the add.Ever since Snow White moved back into the castle they felt so lonely they put on an add and waited in vain till one day their Facebook

The management sent Joe to check out the disturbances in #1423. It creeped him out enough that the elevator skipped from 12 to 14, but the normality of the carpet and lighting cr

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I believed Aiden when he claimed to be a dancer; dance has no entrance exam. He tapped my back lovingly. "A good dancer romps with purpose, maybe even grace, and charges $40/hour."

No one puts my ideas into practice, which is good. I'm sick of perfect ideas being proven wrong by "applications." So, when I say idle things like, "The best way to please women is

It's depressing. All these great stories & no one is adding to them. I think I'll go drink an entire bottle of Maker's Mark now. Care to join me? Oh, I forgot. You're not here.

"I'll get around to it," I said as I looked at the broken dish washer. Two weeks later, I was eating off paper plates. Then yesterday, I found it healed itself.

He creep out of the room and went down the staircase to reach to the door. Slowly, he opened the door and

Machinery. He'd pay for it if it didn't make his gut empty, and heart ache.

I wasn't always a bum. I used to be someone. I used to be rich and powerful. Until I met her.

Agnes wrote her Honey Do List. 1. Sharpen knives. 2. Take out Life Insurance. She stapled a photo of her in her flannel nightie so he'd get the message and left it on the table

K.C. and the Sunshine Band showed up at my door today. What was I to do? I invited them in, puzzled, but pretending not to be. They seemed to be expecting me to

Sometimes I like to fly kites. You see, I'm a member of the North Dakota Kosher Roster- that's what we do there. We also share Communist Yaoi fanfiction. Good times, I remember

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It's bad enough the music on the radio is playing sucky Pink songs, & now I have to take the monitor to the Apple store bc the cat peed on it, but do we have to play "What # am I

Flower 1 concluded, "She loves me"; Flower 2 concluded, "She loves me not." It seems even the One Mind all flowers share is susceptible to doublethink. My dystopian flower garden

I don't know. I honestly don't. I guess I just snapped or something. Apparently, yesterday, in some sort of fugue state I'd

Koko the talking gorilla was starting to understand "You keep feeding fruit to Koko when Koko answer your question. Koko want take own fruit! Koko also want partner, Koko feel very

I picked up my dark shallow mind from staring at the floor, just to find my enemy hoovering me. I should've never told her mother that she

I carefully carried the moonbeams home in my bra. After a night out swinging on a star I found the moonbeam in a jar. I considered feeding the moonbeams to my fish but