Three walls of Sam's one room apartment were lined with bookshelves crammed with books. She sat at her desk drawing money for an invented country inhabited by sentient animals.

He overdosed on happiness. We all know what that means.

So I sat down and watched old Burn Notice reruns. Jack Bauer was no Michael Weston. Michael Weston was like Jack Bauer on steroids. As I munched on a bag of Skittles (taste the rai

What is honestly the point of living? If I die will the world stop spinning, will the plants stop producing oxygen? No, so what's the point? Oh yeah,

The life of a rock musician interpreter, ain't easy. I've done some tough gigs, I mean Andy McCoy, Dylan, Cobain, and Michael Stipe. Once I misinterpreted Ozzy singing

She watched as he rolled in the mud, looking like a little pig.

"Go! Go! my pet! Spread chaos and typhoons to Asia!" Cackling loudly, I released the butterfly.

The man farted in the wilderness he thought no one could hear him he was wrong.

"Miss Wong,yoa velvet kitty iiiz possess by bad spiriiiiit. Hong Luong ken cure dat. See maiii poten tiga stick is shua fayaa ghost busting dong. Just need to shoo shoo dem ghost

'I observe that the plate in my microwave revolves anticlockwisely EVEN THOUGH l reside in the Northern hemisphere.' Dirk signed & posted his letter to the Royal Society itself!

First Santa came in. The dalek entered through the window. The fight over presents and world destruction began. Santa flung candy canes as the dalek tried to exterminate him. Th

Here's a story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls.

Above the canopy of the palm trees surrounding them, John could see the sky beginning to blacken. He could feel the humidity in the air growing, as he wiped the sweat from his brow

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Descubrió que nada de lo que le pertenecía era suyo.

The Three Little Pigs,tired of the wolf's assaults,got three little tiger cubs trainned from Tibetan Monks.

The really trippy thing about Folding Story is watching an idea mutate, line by line. By the time this story gets all the way to the end, it will probably be about flying purple

As the sun shines down on the desolate sandlands, the rays glisten off the freshly polished pile of abandoned skeletal remains. The bones had notches and breaks in them likely from

"Who'd like to start?" ."I would" said the the young man next to me. As he stood, light from the open window stuck him and he began to sparkle. "Hi, I'm Edward, and I'm a Lame

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