The young boy in the photograph was bundled up in clothes warm and disguising. Who was this young man and how did he get to this place? Peering at the picture,

"Smut, smut and more smut!" shrieked the Quaker, slamming the tomes down on the counter. "Is that too much to ask from a library book??!". The librarian, adjusting the strap of her

The wind brushed her face with the touch of a lover left behind. She listened to it as

We were sitting around the campfire, when Nate decides 2tell a ghost story. It had something to do w/ a crappy Jetta in Maine, &something about a politician. That's not scary. THIS

Ryan Dubberke was wiggling in his seat because he couldn't stand sitting still and not playing baseball for more than 10 minutes. He was a die hard baseball fan. He liked pink too!

Seven days since my last taste of poultry. Haven't had as much as a bean in three. And the last of the water... I look down at my cat, she's as thin as a paperclip. Why, why did

"I'm lost" a little brown mouse said, "where am I?". She looked around only to find she was in a white empty space. "I'm scared and alone!". She

The dictator bequethed his right-hand man the oil fields to the North and his armored tank division. Unknown to the dictator, his right-hand man was the leader of the resistance.

Of course, I'm not vegan - so I replaced the water with

she put my hand down her pants and then she......

Happy nipples! Happy nipples! I've got happy nipples!

Up. Down. Up. Down. The twisted game of gravity. The cruel litany of man after man at the gallows. Up. Down.

There was a man named Ted. He lived on a little hill in a little cabin in his little town. One day, he was diagnosed with lung cancer, so he decided to live life to to the fullest.

Out of the darkness walked a tall robed figure. With him he carried a massive scythe that would take 3 grown men to lift. He was on a mission. He walked forth and prepared

When winter comes to the snowy plains of Nebraska, the trees turn a misty white. A chill fills the air and a little boy, named Ralph, jumps for joy as a snow day begins.

No-one's going to riot in January. It's too dark and cold. Rioting is strictly a summertime activity.

After the accident, he was able to taste music. The Overture from the Flying Dutchman was lime jello. Motorhead's Ace of Spades, burnt grilled cheese.

My grayish mane of hair was still quite popular with the ladies. Maybe they associated it with affluence. But during three nightmare filled days in January it all turned white.

The shaolin monk headbutted the precocious child for simmering all the flavor out of his

The fold was his oracle. A mysterious mind that he could put ideas into and watch the multi-headed beast breath life into a few sentences. If you read the entire story in a certain