'I HATE BULLIES!Why must they exist in this world?Sometimes even though live has its problem.

Don't mess with me. Just give me three gin and tonics and leave me ALONE! But before you go, would you mind handing me the remote? I want to watch "Leave It to Beaver" reruns.

Noel's social status didn't change when he became a zombie. Even the zombie packs shunned him. But a constant voice in his head said, "Go back - it's not your time." Noel thrashed

Pop had waited his whole life for this. All those centuries trying to win the heart of lovely Susie Lou, and now she was within his grasp. There was only one problem -- Susie Lou

I could block him cuz he spammed me. But I had a second thought about how I could handle him.

"I've done it. I've finally done it," I whisper, wiping several beads of sweat from my brow.

Clark Kent invited Bruce Wayne for brunch at the posh 137 club in uptown Gotham. After some small talk, Clark said: "You know, Bruce, some people call you a crazy vigilante. I'm

Dear God, please allow my sister's next child to be stillborn so that my family can afford to pay the mortgage this month. If the bank forecloses, we'll be shot by wannabe-Crips, &

I heard footsteps coming nearer and louder...sweats rolling down my face. " Who's there!?" I shouted. Suddenly a gun pointed at my face...

My boat's too big big to get me to France.

Yesterday i spent a lot of time cutting out clippings from newspapers and magazines to make a collage for his birthday. I thought that would make him happy. But she decided to make

Ah June...the month of endless love and endless weddings. I wiped my eyes as I watched Laura & Tim, the new Mr. & Mrs., turn from the altar, then walk hand & hand down the aisle.

It was time for Arty McGunnelwhale's elevenses. He padded down to the galley for a strip of dried cod and a tin of hard cider.

"Apparently Zizzi is a French slang word for penis," the camp Hermione Granger look-alike drawled matter-of-factly. The passengers on the Tube train shuffled awkwardly, their

One lonely Saturday night, I was sitting in my boring brown chair, drinking, when there was a knock at my door. I opened it. It was Robert Plant. He was dripping wet because

Aunt Valetta paused from her squirrel ironing and her lip curled in disdain at Pa's offering. "Road kill don't make for good coats! I got my pride!" Her fur coat business

The bright moonlight illuminated the sky, the thick clouds floated leisurely by just above the silhouette of tall, majestic trees, and I was viewing it all from the front row seat

Gloria Monday relied on the Sic Transit System to get her where she needed to go. She was a card shark in frumpy yoga attire, and her invisible pass was her ticket to ride. Double-

The great egg sat in the corner of the living room. It was a purple ovoid the height of a Croatian villager, dusted with green speckles the size of Olympic silver medals. Brooding

I do not like thee, Dr. Fell. The reason why I cannot tell. But this I know and know full well. I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.