Once upon a time, a beautiful girl decided to live in a castle.

Her name was Donna, and because of that they called her Bella and the band was The Bella Donna Destiny. If they had a style, it was

She was nine. Sweet. Darling. Every pet her mother bought she killed, drained its blood and decorated her doll house with its entrails. Child Voodoo.

The button felt fabric across his face as Jen's fingers pulled him through the hole. He felt himself falling to the floor as she tossed her blouse in a heap. The button thought

Ernestine chewed at her bottom lip as she pushed the crackling bacon through the greasy froth of fat with the end of her wooden spoon. In her other hand she held

What

I had my finger on The Button. All I could think of was my mother saying "Oh relax, it's not the end of the world." But this time, with the wrong choice, it would be. I pressed

I got down on one knee. "With this ring, will you do me the honor of becoming complicit in the exploitation of destitute African diamond miners?" She blinked. "Oops, I mean

I picked up Rosy on a run to Jacksonville. ME:"Where ya headed,hun?". R:"North,South Carolina." ME:"Where's that? R:"Norths about 90 miles southeast of Due West". ME:"Hold on a sec

Gene Rayburn read the card with his perfect diction, "The pharmacist was in trouble again. Instead of giving the customer the perscription for his headache, he gave him a BLANK"

Welcome...welcome to my meat wall.

"Why are you home from the party so early?" asked Mother. "Because I was bored yo." Sarah replied. "Never use that slang talk in this house again." said Mother. "Never again."

ly to lose her ring from necrosis & split when rot exposed her proud carriage of nonperishable enhancements saying "I could never go with a girl who isnt' all natural." Nurse Zaza

It would appear the site is plagued by trolls (this is NOT the start of another story). I suggest introducing some timely limitations (e.g. minimum character input) to remedy this.

Aquí comença la història

One day, Sonichu was zapping to the extreme, when the Man in the Pickle Costume suddenly appeared and gave him a great, big hug.

Dang it, right off I was stumped. 1) IS YOUR AVERAGE RATIO OF FECES CONTACTED : HANDS WASHED, GREATER OR LESS THAN 5 : 1? What did

Amberson Shelley kept his head down, didn't say much (which was easy because he didn't have such a head for words as his notable ancestors) and just tried to get by in the world,

C'était une fois une petit fille qui voulait devenir une princesse...

Pain was imbedded into me, like the bullet into my lung. Blood seeped out and made the floor wet and slimy. My clothes were being stained a darker color. Too bad I wore white. Who