Why does my hair smell like vomit?

The soup was good. Great in fact. The croutons in the center mixed with the heavy cream that pooled beneath it & swirled lusciously within. Maybe his favorite soup ever. "Terrible"

The geography of the area was working against the road builders of the 19th and 20th centuries, who were hellbent on draining the swamps to expose the rich black mucky

A man is whatever room he's in.

It was a long way up, but Brad knew he'd get there eventually. "Just keep looking ahead," he said to himself as he carefully adjusted his

There are few ways to leave your mark long after you are dead. You can be a conqueror, a great philosopher, or you can write something for posterity. With these few words, I leave

In that climate, treachery swam between thick breaths in whispers. The bar would have been god forsaken, if such a god existed. As it was, only pulse rifles and batpacks commanded

I have never begun a story with more misgiving. All of this happened, more or less. It began the winter of 1966. I began what I thought was a great adventure. It's almost as if

In retrospect, telling a child to look after something so private probably was a mistake. It would be like asking a fox to look after a chicken coop. Almost immediately I decided

Sophie raised her arms and waved, blowing kisses at the audience. She cocked her hip and skated on one leg, the other bent, and vamped for the crowd. Her pigtails fluttered on her

It was a cold dark night when mrs. bobo tried to kill herself

As I hopped across the creek, I noticed a strange metal hatch in the ground. I cautiously approached it, and

You awaken on the banks of a cactus-lined river of acid. You wonder aloud at the sexy tickle in your lower pendiculum. Safron (had you dreamed her?) had warned you sternly not to

As I drove across the border in my truck I secretly was snuggling soft animal toys. If I was caught with my teddy bear, stuffed pony and soft squeaky rabbit toys

My sister told me it was huge in England; that I'd never seen a silly hat like that meant I knew nothing. I told her

She ended the email with "Nothing else is important.I just don't want to lose you,either.I've realised that yesterday.".And as soon as she sent it she felt that touch of regret.

"True passion can blind a seer's eyes & oblivion reveals the honest of lies," Meg thought. Her head felt light and her brain lit up the night. She was high, coughing up insight.

Stories just don't start this way.

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Even she knew when we put the bookshelf together, that Twilght would go onto the shelf of shame on the lower right corner. It was ok to admit you read it, but never to put it next