This story will end after 10 lines and I have now 130,no,120,no...fewer and fewer...characters left,so let me get to the point.My name is George,and I have a secret.

I saw a hungry zombie come in the streets with a guitar as he was singing a song and playing with his guitar at the same time, killing the humans and consuming them,i was .........

As I stood in the meeting place I felt like such an idiot. Why had Betty insisted I come dressed like a frog?

As I looked up, he removed his sunglasses and pierced me with aquamarine irises. My stomach tightened and I subconsciously touched my inner thigh. "Hi" he breathed, "I'm

A Tale of Two Animalcules. Amoeba & Paramecium were inseparable companions in a tiny pond holding pseudopod in cilia until one day Paramecium adopted Algae as endosymbiont.

Being here atop the story should be a thrill for me but for some reason it isn't. I mean, I know that I am the beginning but from here I can not see how it ends. Will I find closu

Woe woe woe. Hang on. What's that? Let me get a whiff. Hey hey, what a bouquet! That's some bitchy scent! Poodle? Hint of musky mutt & Schatzi's been here. Hey don't yank my chain

"Why isn't anyone adding to my briliantl fold? It's just rolling off the front page & everyone's ignoring it!". It really chapped his ass. Busted his spleen. Made his blood boil.

Dear Diary: Dad's dead, & all I got was his ring. Duncan's dead too - oh, and Gurney too. Mom and I are being chased by giant worms. My eyes are turning blue (cool) but I keep

I collect stamps only depicting tropical birds with profiles turned to the left. They have to be first-day proofs untouched by human hands. ...and you?

A Twilight synopsis: [They like each other. A lot.] A FiftyShades synopsis: [They do it. A lot. Under his expert touch.] A HarryPotter synopsis: [Love is more powerful than hate.]

12 ways to admit you are wrong: 1) slather your lips with the deepest red lipstick and kiss the mirror writing "I'm sorry" with the mascara 2) fall on the floor moaning in grief

Lou Bergs had traveled all the way through time to mow my lawn. He swore that my single mom's grilled chicken breast was worth the trouble, though I suspected darker motives. Penet

It would have been a day like any other day had it not been for the bin lorry crash. Six died in the carnage including a mother and father and their young daughter. Jim thought

Edison looked across the city lit by his electric lights. He smiled privately; only one man stood in his way, that damned Tesla.

Bearnard closed his eyes in the face of the wind. The sound of water crashing around the ferry could not disturb his dream. He saw a sky, bruised with bold clouds, threatening to

Shrieking, the banshee closed in on the Irish pub.

I pass four cinder-packed used-car lots; a shabby concrete garage, the dead earth in front of it littered with rusting car parts and old tires

Sing through a vacuum cleaner hose and play back backwards in a steel drum while passing steam through a radiator. Mix with bridge cable vibrations and whale flatulation sped up

I told myself I would never do it even as I knew I would if I told myself to. But would I? I hadn't given myself anything but heartache since... there was a time. Besides, I wasn't