"I have to gross pad stuff, so you might not want to watch me pee this time." said

The secret's out. For every point you earn in FoldingStory, you get a Snickers bar!

Splinter from a Road House. Pork Cracklin's. Mixed in a cauldron of piping hot full sugar coke. Poured into a boot. The Honky-Tonk Witch had finished making her Hill Billy Magic

He slowly s l o w l y pried the cap off the 22 oz'er under his desk. A seeming success, he glanced around. Nobody noticed. Then he poured the stout into an opaque mug. Ahhh Friday.

She heard steps coming down the hall to her bedroom. The door creaked open and she saw the boots. Nancy Sinatra's warning rang wildly through her her mind.

I put on my mask. I took a deep breath. I threw my body into the door and it flew open. With all my courage, I stepped

The Mandible of the Apocalypse was forlorn. It lacked a soul-mate with which to conduct appropriate mandibular activities. The Mandible gnashed silently. The gears of the metacosm

Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber he would never hear the end of it.

Helen couldn't believe it when an Italian camper van pulled up in Vindolanda Roman fort car park.

Harcourt Chalmers cradled the bowl John Dee had given his ancestor Harry Morlock, a country lad who set out to sea in the 1600s and founded an empire of noodles. But now the emp

a fateful trip it was! I went down to Acapulco on the run. Old fat gut had the goods and then we ended up at Rose Marie's. She was all for fun, but didn't tolerate any brawls, well

In the night, about 11p.m i went to my room to sleep, when i was sleeping i smell something burning when i opened my eyes , i was shock to see a molten man , who was spraying fire

There's an invisible man in my coffee pot. He worked at the CIA for years. He knows state secrets. He was killed in Iran and his essence moved into my coffee pot. Ah, breakfast is

Oscar got me a frosty brew and Felix slipped a coaster under it. My cards were middling. I considered Cthulhu in that long moment. Were his/its tells contrived or revelatory? I

There once was a man named Fred. Fred was very tall and had long blue hair, he had to shop at a special store because he was so tall! Fred really liked to wear blue jeans.

My spaniel, Birdy, loves me very very much. But if she could find a way of doing it without getting told off, then she'd eat me all up. I have no illusions about this whatsoever

He had just come home with his groceries when he saw a SWAT team surround his house. The police chief stopped him. "You can't go in there for the next 48 hours."

In the aphotic depths of the mind, the Negative Thoughts huddled together to plot a coup d'état. The most destructive ideas were generated by the Nay Sayers who were pessimistic

When I was 7 years old a great white butterfly committed suicide in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but swallowed it whole. I was hallucinating like crazy - I saw

Josh from work was forced by necessity to buy a pint at The Famous Cock in Highbury last Tuesday. He told me this in an email even though he was sitting at the desk abutting mine