Everyone's heard of Mother Goose, but no one's heard of Mother Bruce.

All love stories are ghost stories.

We dry-suited off the coast of Duluth. The wreck was down deep so we had limited time. I prayed I wouldn't get the nitrogen narcosis. We hit the flares and went to the hatch.

I sent my eyes into the hills to search the dark places; to see the dark places. My eyes returned with good report.

The mountain surrounded her. Protected by thick steel doors and solid rock, she pushed a red button. It hadn't been done since 1945. The president had just ordered a

Amidst the tobacco mist I could identify that unforgettable silhouette. Finding here wasn't hard. She needed no light to shine. But those black eyes...little was known about

"If you derail this fold, Santa Claus dies." Gun pointed at Santa, I had gotten desperate. If saving FoldStory from derailed narratives meant destroying Christmas, then so be it.

When Frankie drew a picture of a little red train, and said when he grew up, he wanted to be an engineer who drove trains backwards, his mother smiled but inwardly rolled her eyes

He slowly took off his wig and then even more slowly, his false eyelashes. Gosh it hurt so he tried yanking it off and then he started screaming cos his original eyelashes came off

It's a well covered-up fact that the black part of the eye is actually a small hole into the skull. Most people incorrectly think it's something called the "pupil". In actuality,

"Remember when mom thought my stash really was oregano and made Chicken Parmesan with it? I can't believe the minister kept snorting that milk through his nose. And who knew

A samon hue and bird chorus announced the day is come, as I blinked to clear the sleep. Dew wetted the tent flap as my queitly unzipped it, yet still I startled the camp visitor

When you eat too many Fudgesicles in the summertime, your shorts get tight. When you wear tight shorts, you can't decide if you feel sexy or portly. When you're indecisive, you

Dracula was out getting a drink but his watch was broken so he died. Why?

Hello! My name is Taipan and I am a Siamese cat rescued froma sewer. My human, Tom, tells me I neverstop talking, but he has finally found his BFF for life. We are both happy!

Once pupon a time a stoopid ass called simon barbaaaaaaaaaah told me to go on this website, he forced me to, he held my up by my throat with a knife, now im here, save me plz

I woke up this morning, not knowing that I would begin here. This is a strange, new world to me and I am lost. Where do I go from here? Can anyone help me

"Coffee, tea, or me?" she asked sweetly, bending down to adjust my seatbelt. I looked up at her. "Earl Gray, please." I replied, returning to my book.

THE RULES: 1) No Typing. 2) No dictating. 3) No telekinesis / man-computer mind melds. 4) No pointing, no clicking, no mousing, no touchpadding. Failure to adhere to THE RULES

"We'll get a parcel of land out in Amazonas Planitia. Rumor say the land is fertile, the natives friendly." Pa hitched up our Lopers & we joined the next wagon train. The martian