There were only three people in the world that can make pecan pie to die for: my mother (god rest her soul,) me, and a Russian hit man. There can only be one.

"Yes sir. Mm hmm. Yes. The human female appears to possess all the physical attributes generally prized by the male of this species. Right. OK. Well, do you want me to

Joe was half asleep when he felt the ghost cat jump onto his bed. Joe got up to look for the cat's companion. There it was - a dark shadow cringing in the corner over the door. Joe

Her skin had the texture, color, and scent of a perfectly roasted marshmallow. Her hair was like a sheet of black plastic and her eyes were green diamonds. I held

"To be successful...." Thus started my speech. It was pretty much the same opening each time. And they bought it. Can you believe that? What if they find out I really

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Ida burrowed down the bed & placed her ice cold feet into the crook of her husband's knees. "Stop squealing like a girl! You'll get used to it," she said as he squealed like a girl

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He was the kinda guy that'd take little incidents & observations from everyday life & work them into bits on an anonymous collaborative storytelling site. You know the type. A real

The wild west saloon fell silent when Baby crawled in. Gun hand at his hip, Snake-eyes Muldoon spoke in whiskey throated baby-talk "Ain't you a cute widdle oobity-boo? Yes you are!

He grabbed me by the throat, slamming my head into the brick wall. "Never," he yelled, "underestimate the influence the collapse of the Ottoman Empire had on the origins of WW1!"

My Grandfather motioned with his feeble hand as I approached the bed. I bent down to listen to his last words. "Listen son... Eat... Sleep... Rave... Repeat."

The dog stopped barking, birds ceased their songs, and silence dominated everything.

Did you ever think hey I'm free.I can think what I want.Write what I want. Imagine how much room is up there? What if everyone felt like that.Just being heard. A voice in the fugue

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Tom looked over the potato, carefully. "Hmm."