Make a hot dish, fold up sharply, and milk. Let this serve as an example of why you should never allow pigeons to walk on

He slowly climbed the library ladder and wheeled it across the rows of books. The collector wanted the first-printing with the emerald end pages. Very rare indeed.

On a good day he felt tall. So tall that he could almost just reach the top; today was not that day. He realized what was going on; cheetos weren't doing it any more.

Eating an entire pound of pistachios all at once was a poor decision. Poorer yet was Bob's decision to eat the shells too, as evidenced by the scratch marks they left on his

This was it. She finally invited me to her place. Oh she definitely piqued my curiosity. When she excused herself to slip into something more comfortable, I perused her bookshelf.

Is this house haunted or am i just crazy?

I met the clouds when Abdel took up to oud and Fatimah sang of the Arab Middle Kingdom. The Star of the East rose and many nights and sweet longing for love were reawakened.

"Inges Inngh's Inn in IN." "Hello, Helga Helgesen here. Has Helfritz Helgesen had his Hops?

Barry Manilow stole into my room last night at 3 a.m. At first I thought it was a dream, but when he crawled into my bed & began singing "Mandy," I knew something was up.

Johnson burst into the room, white-faced and panic-eyed. "The Pentagon's not llama-proof!" Someone stood, clutched their face, and screamed like a dying yak. General Specific

Knock knock!

Kim and Dennis passed a sign reading "Joint Security Area PANMUNJOM. Worlds most dangerous golf course. As featured on Sports Illustrated. Par 3. 192 Yards. Danger live mines".

Get on your back. Get your butt up. Now walk like a crab.

"Don't sit under the ninja tree, with anyone else but me," sang Veronica to herself under the big old oak on Hilliard's farm. The boys around here are so predictable, she thought,

"Of course your son has an imaginary friend, why shouldn't he? Don't you tell him about fake people that you insist exist? Santa Claus. Easter Bunny. Tooth Fairy?" The Principal

I bet you're the type of person who skips to the end of a book to see how things turn out.

This is a death sentence.

He stroked his facial hair. Flashes popped. The press leaned in. The pause was like a silent avalanche. Then the musician said, "I call it Post-Electric Samba Folk."

I dare you to add lines to this story. Go on, do it!

2:25 pm, 10/21/12, the day the Earth was destroyed. For all our fears of alien invasions, asteroid impacts, and supervolcanoes, it was the lowly Sea Monkey that brought about the