The table read was supposed to be fun. It was Chip's new screen play. He'd ordered pizza for the group. That's when he noticed Gallagher at the table. What the hell was he doing

'Marzipan,' began Einstein (the first word he had spoken since being exhumed) 'has three tubers more than the average cannibal. Are you writing this down, you scum? Berty...'

"Hey man, how's it going?" I looked at him up and down, I couldn't stand him and only now I felt the freedom to say so. "Eagerly awaiting the sweet release and relief of death"

I sat in something vaguely reminiscent of a Teradactyl shedding a snakeskin. "This chair is called Fermenteratmotorsågfisk. A scandinavian design. It's an abtraction of a

There was only 1 minute left in the soccer game. The scores were tied, and i had to score the goal, and

I will do it today. I will run straight through and do it, because I don't think that what I am doing with my life right now is good for me.

The day began like any other -the birds were singing, a gentle breeze was blowing- and yet, George could not help but feel a barely perceptible sense of foreboding, as if he knew

I knew it was a mistake once the box was delivered. I vaguely remembered ordering them. LIVE ANIMAL stickers were plastered all over the box, & the it was squeaking. Did I really

Once there was a girl who wanted so bad to become an amazing athlete that she did everything that she could to become great. One day she got the opportunity to go to a great camp..

Every morning, Pamela paused on her way to the bus stop to look at the flowers beginning to come up through the layer of mulch and garbage along the edge of the park. Spring is

Voiceover: “Are you one of the tens of tens who suffer from Phantom Mustache Syndrome?” Alex Trebek, listening, air-grabbed Wheat Thins crumbs from his upper lip. “PMS threatens

He was jobless and he hadn't eaten for two days. He found this shiny coin on the road but he decided not to use it and to keep it instead, for good luck. He went back home and

She had trapped this rich bastard in an air tight underwater Mini. He could scream but no one would hear him. He could only communicate to her through a walkie-talkie and she

That the beautiful woman was dead was no question. Her skin was cold and white, her body still, silent. The note he pulled out from her bag said only one thing, "Margret knows

The kitchen smelled like India, or at least what I hoped India smells like. "Is that butter chicken?" he asked with a twinge of hunger in his voice.

Todo comenzó cuando regresé a la ciudad

Roses where her favorite flowers and she grew such a beautiful garden on the balcony.Friends amazed on how she could keep them on vases!One in every collor.Her treasure:a black one

So there I was, sitting in a dimly lit room with my hands cuffed behind a chair. They finally got me. The voice of Detective Leonard McGee could be heard from the intercom system -

One , cold, creepy night a girl was walking around her town after a row with her parents, salty tears run down her face while she walks around alone

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