If there is no school tomorrow

I couldn't really guess if she was trying to be sexy by laying her breasts on the top of the bar or just.

"I'm not scared of being alone," she said, but I know her better than that.

"What would you do if you could, somehow, reset all of this?" A quiet voice asked, and I jumped slightly from the sudden question. "What would you do different?"

As she walked down the dark foggy street, she couldn't see what was ahead of her. She was worried sick that she was still be followed by that man from the club.

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Jim had a fish. He named it Bob. He was small. He was a goldfish. He got it for his birthday. Which is what he wanted. He was happy. He asked his mom. How she knew

She was old school and classy. The deep red lips, soft little hands, and her scent that would make a man melt like a candle. They don't make em like that no more, and today

The neurological injury meant she would be stuck at nine, with no persisting memory of anyone but her mom. After that, the 1st time she saw her dad, she screamed stranger danger

I told that idiot I didn't want him walking my dog anymore. I'm tired of waking up and thinking

To ring in the New Year, we threw our pots and pans off the balcony.

I did a monstrous number of respectable things for a lot of bad people—or maybe I did a substantial number of terrible things for a lot of good people. I hate people. I love me.

Elijah had an interview scheduled that was going to determine whether or not he would be given his dream job. He was nervous and didn't know what to do; he paced back and forth.

That first plunge of your teeth in that throat, blood throbbing erratically warm against your tongue throat fur consciene. Your beast lives again as intended as foretold.

OK - who here is Lady’s overprotective boyfriend & what did you do with her body?

The Nazi Party has returned

En un día nublado Pedro salió a caminar por el muelle del lago y descubrió una lagartija de colores muy diferentes y se empezó a preguntar qué les pasaba cuando se mojaban

Fat Boy Skinny and I met at the Sunset Grill…back when the Imperial Highway was still a dream…where a man with a washboard, spoon and harmonica could tell tales from times gone by.

Allan: "Hey man, I told you not to eat my pizza" Rob: "I couldn't help it"

The girl ran to the landline, exasperated. She dialed 911 with shaky hands. She stood there, heart racing, eyes frantically searching the room for a threat.