Once upon a time, there was a circle named Juliet.

"INCOMING!"

I had thought about it and thought about it and then I finally came to a decision to ask her out. I've liked her for the longest time and tonight was the perfect time to ask. When

The clock was edging along slowly but surely. The pressure was on. I had ten more seconds to finish the paper or my life would be over. The killer looked at me, his eyes pulsating

In the morning, i woke up from my bed to do my morning chores, when i woke up i was shock because in front of me stood a skeleton smoking and pointing a gun towards me

John walked into a scary room and found a scary looking face.

My name is Death. I have watched the sun die a million times and know that I will always be alone. Thus humanity sleeps soundly, unaware of my suffering. Who weeps for death?

I was pretty pathetic, I never read stories I didn't help write. I vainly just focused on my own. Because of this, I began to lack in forming original ideas. So I decided to

I figure Trixie'd have me back if I could show I was a real man, and hitchhiked across the country to her Appalachian home to rough it in the wilderness with a survivalist cookbook

I wonder what my grandmother would say. The entire house is destroyed. She never believed in bad things happening.

it begins a run-on sentence whose center holds, itself a long run-on sentence capable of folding on to itself twice-over when you consider it a tale of a single man single-handedly

What the hell were you thinking when you stuck your head in the toilet and flushed? Good Lord, son, I thought you were smarter than that. Now look atcha...you're all wet and stinky

The protesters gathered outside the palace, chanting "The End is HERE!" many people had no idea what the large crowd was doing, It was a great day to be on Alderaan! The Birds were

I bit down on the beernut & felt something crack.It wasn't the beernut. It was one of my molars. But most disturbing was when I examined my broken molar & found a tiny transmitter

When Nostri-Prime Xtreme went to market, he waited then sold his stocks at the crest and paid off the teenage physicists who helped retrofit his Airstream Bambi for space travel.

I was going to the bar to meet my friend tom when, i got there i saw a group of alive skeleton playing the drum and playing guitar, the tune was so ghostly that the peoples turn..

Boris followed the haughty woman as she exited the stage. This would be one time when she would not

Tuesdays are the day I get the most done. Most Tuesdays, but this one was different. My cat Wednesday was sick this particular Tuesday. She'd been sick since Friday. All Sunday

I was dancing in my room like a spastic, but then all of a sudden my left leg broke underneath me and i headbutted my bedroom door.

How about I tell you a story? A folding story? One that repeatedly folds and twists and turns until it can be folded no more. But then what? What do you do with a broken story?