Crack! Debris showered down on little Andrew's head. Crack! He cowered. "Help!" he cried but noone heard him. He was stuck. Stuck under his burning home. No escape. No help.

She awoke in the dark room, her hands tied behind her back to a long, wooden pole, causing her to suspend in the air.

Banjo Jo sat in his Ford holding the love of his life, Acetylene Candy. He'd won her in a Pick-Off the year before in Soddy Daisy, TN. Since then their riffs together grew sweeter

You have twelve hours to live. :)

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the time of our lives, timely yet timeless... peacetime was our pastime, but sometimes it's past springtime.

Good morning, Jim. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is

Where I come from children would never dare go to the old fountain and say the name "Kindlifresserbrunnen" three times. Children wouldn't even whisper the name of this child eating

Rarely do history books tell us about us Godzilla's cousin in Singapore, the giant robot octopus.

It was the prince who killed the dogs, not the servant. But the servant got blamed, of course!

Waiting. She hated waiting. But since her quarry had gone into such a public place, with so many men bigger than her, the hunt would have to wait. He knew she was hunting him, that

Having ran for hours, Sam knew that the only way he could prevent the moon from crashing into his home town of Sunnydale was to

Their was a kid named Alex. He was a small cute little boy that just wanted to fit in. It was his first day in elementary school he was nervous and excited at the same time

I hate my grandma's attic. It's creepy and smells like moldy socks. Probably because there are moldy socks up there, along with the rest of dear departed grandpa's other things.

If anyone mentions, or even hints at, BACON in this story, he or she will suffer a terrible curse.

Sophie raised her arms and waved, blowing kisses at the audience. She cocked her hip and skated on one leg, the other bent, and vamped for the crowd. Her pigtails fluttered on her

Once there was a programmer. Her Name was Lily. but she also had a other job, an assassin. Nobody knows of this secret job except for her......

It wasn't that easy, not at all. Coming up with the right adventure starter in only 180 characters... it was difficult, even for the most creative of the authors...

The two star crossed lovers raced towards each other like freight trains, one having left Southampton at 7.30, and travelling at 90mph, whilst the other travelled at 70mph having

"Girl you got more legs than a bucket o-chicken an did I mention you got inpeccable taste. Get it? In-peck-a-bull? Peck peck peck. Can I give you a peck right here?" Joleene rolled

To celebrate what comes after and I do not mean the Aftermath. Bloodletting creates itself and is expected to a point. Raw feelings are put aside or postponed in the face of mutual