"Daddy, tell the story about the transgendered Gingerbread Boy again." "Honey, it's past your bedtime." "Please, Daddy?" "Oh alright. Once upon time there was a little gingerbread

"Her soul for that of a priest's?" The demon exclaimed "sounds like a worthy trade to me!"

As Steve set fire to the only evidence of his record setting theft of one full quarter of the worlds oil supply, he wondered if there would be any negative repercussions for his

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I’m not a one-of-a-kind. According to the stamp on my birth certificate, I’m a “Limited Edition '94 Bob Vantz”. The other 19 Bob Vantz’s that were produced are scattered throughout

"Out out damn spot", she cried out helplessly

Scheherazade was telling King Shahryar another story. It was number 581. If it was no good, she'd be executed the next day. So she started. "A long time ago in a far off land lived

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Fear. That was the only word I could use do describe the sensation circling through my petrified body. I breathed harder, and tears fell fast.

I was going to a drinks stall near my house to buy my favourite drinks. When, i got inside i saw a drunken man shouting loudly and throwing things at the people who are coming in..

I was doing roller blading in the park , SUDDENLY, I SAW ONE OF MY FRIEND. HE ASKED ME' RAHUL HOW IS THE WEATHER ? IT IS SCORCHING HEAT , IN THIS HEAT I MAY GET SUN BURN AND ....

"The trick is not minding that it hurts."

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Mickey and Minnie Mouse had just broken it up. It was awful!

so there is a reasonable explanation for all of this: it wasn't my fault because it was DESTINY i tell you, DESTINY. it was fate that had me eat your pudding cup, FATE!

I hate it when I fold a fold, only to discover that I contributed to a story on a steep downward spiral. It's a waste of my time & talent & if it happens again, I'm gonna

David coughed up dust and sand after tripping and falling face first into the foxhole. Whitman chuckled, "You can't run! When you run, you go from being the hunter to the hunted."

"John Jacob Jinglemeyer Schmidt... His name is my name too..." woke him from a fitful dream. It didn't help that his name was John Jacob Jinglemeyer Schmidt. John opened the window

The pirate ship came sailing towards them, tall and menacing. It didn’t need to turn broadside for them all to know that it’s guns were out and primed; and that there were a lot

"Eh, look, I don't want to be rude, but I'm not much of a conversationalist, and I really want to finish this article, a friend of mine wrote it, so... " "Don't let me stand in you