They're eating her, and then they're going to eat me. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!!!!!!!! Why

Human Flesh.

To whom it may concern, I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm sorry for, but I'm really really sorry. I'm sorry you had to put up with me for all this time. I'm sorry I had to leave.

I felt like cooking something that day so I went to the market and ...

I had everything, a good life in fact. I was the most popular kid in high school, I had a caption of the cheer leading team, and I had a car. But then, I lost it all

Pheweeee and hot damn! We're on a roll!

That's when Bernie did something that shocked me. He looked up, and pointed at my face and said, "Smell my finger."

Jonathan suddenly stopped using relationship markers at the end of each utterance to his male friends. "What syntactical twist is this, my bruv?" said Brian, his

"I gotta painful ingrown toenail. Boy it smarts. I really hate it when dat happens." "I know what you mean. It's like the other night. I took one a them.." "Stick mixers?" "Yeah

I don't want to drop it. I want to run. I want you to chase me. Come play. I'll lick you. Seriously. Ok, that does it. I'm gonna lick you. Damn it. I dropped the ball. Gah. Gotta

Era verano y hacía un calor insoportable. En las estancias de la casa las persianas estaban todas bajadas para evitar que el sol entrara con más fuerza.

The cyborg entered the decompression chamber. He felt along the wall until he sensed where the audio-intercept device was installed. A mini-torch from his finger

They shot the white girl first.

It all started with a fight on New Year's Eve.

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The vacuum turned on by itself. Glowing light. Roaring. The poodle cringed.

Inside the lint trap, there lurks a grizzled goblin, who munches on an occasional sock. He pines for the days he was a crafty farm goblin what stole eggs. But the suburbs came,

Sixteen years ago I spoke before a jury of my peers and confessed to them the nature of my dreadful crime. Some laughed, others reeled in disgust, while other still fainted. But

Some 20 years ago, Noah, Geoff, Dan & I created FoldingStory™. When we started it was just a game to collaborate on writing stories. Now who can imagine creative consulting without

I remember my Mom put me to bed, turned off the light, kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear, "Never, ever trust a puppet."