Gilbert was a very large man but gentle in his stride

My personal trainer's motto is: If you don't have to change your underwear after a workout then I've failed at my job. I was sore all over and just a few gains away from my goal of

Harpreet Singh was a NCY cabbie. He loved his job. His prodigious memory and friendly chattiness made him the best cabbie in the city. He never forgot a face or an address until

You know how some people will tell you it's better to look back and say 'I can't believe I did that', rather than 'I wish I had'? Well, I'm guessing those people have never

"Fuck This" I thought. Three months ago I would never have walked down this damned hall, but I was a D-Class now, and I had an obligation to the "Foundation". I couldn't see past

The crouched, shivering figure of a girl sat upon her bed. Tears rolled down her face as more chocked sobs escaped her throat. She was crying because

I was never quite sure how I kept ending up here, but it was starting to piss me off. Was it because I'm a sucker for a sob story? A compassionate fool? In any case, here I was

I stopped to consider what I was about to partake in. If I went with it, this could be life changing for me. "Well, what do you say?"

Dora and Boots sang, "Where are we going? To Mordor! How we gonna get there? We'll walk!" The Map told them: "The Shire...Mordor...Mount Doom! The Shire...Mordor...Mount Doom!"

He was gay, and she was ultimately stupid. This'd indeed happened many times before; with girls cuddling up to him in hopes of a new 'boo'. But Adam had no interest. He only wanted

Then Mr grey ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed.

"The time has come," the Walrus said "to talk of many things. Of when you're going to pay the rent and why your checks keep bouncing."

My latest project is to publish my 1000 Greatest Folds divided into categories w/ sub-categories. For example, under SAD will be the categories Aliens, Sex, Junk Food. Under HAPPY

When the beginning of your story starts to sound like trash, you maybe know you're getting close. To what? Believe me, poverty makes us do things we never thought we might ever do.

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

Medical conditions: Guinezythuphobia. Patty scratched his head. "Well Miss Blakeney if you can draw a beer, serve customers and smile like that, you've got the job. Just sign here.

I stood still and frozen all night, after shooting my best friend. As the sun rose above the distant hills, the blood splattered among the blades of grass blended in with the sky.

The Lazy Suzanne trundled more heavily than usual. A flour bag, a cookie tin & a bag of english muffins rolled by, but then as it slowed a small shriveled human head came into view

I smartcar sized snot-like jellyfish spread itself across our path on the pebbly beach shore. I could see the digested remains of

I am an invisible manwich.