"Give us 200 or 000!" he chanted, holding a sign that said "Need 20 More". "Dude, you're an idiot," someone else told him. "Just learn to abbreviate your posts. It's not difficu

"I don't know, I just hate how Apple has sort of, become cool." The squirrel stared at the cat. The cat said, "What's wrong with cool?" The squirrel twitched, "Nerds aren't suppose

It was about half past three in the morning. I sat in a small diner watching cars drive by outside. I noticed one or two other people looking at me, no doubt enticed by my scars.

"When I asked you to kiss behind the ears, this is not what I meant!" Julie shrieked as she batted down the corn husk and stomped away. Women! You can't live with 'em, you can't

The wedding invite said, "Bring a suit." So what if mine was bright canary hazmat with a gas-mask helmet! I was on time!

The ninja killed him, slashing brutally across his chest. He had no chance. The samurai guardsmen came running, yelling "Intruder in the castle!" but it was too late, he was gone.

Brian enjoyed pins and needles as much as the next man - but he didn't want them for breakfast EVERY day!

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far, 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.

when i was sleeping while i saw a ghost with blood stained in it"s mouth and was coming towards me with a hamburger with bloody worms and venom of snakes in the burger, i woke up..

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.

I was walking through a street. A somewhat faint aroma of Sunny Delights was in the air. Strangely, I was strongly attached to the smell.

"Ack! Save... yourselves," the cavalryman pled as he coughed up blood. "Oh no, he has bronchitis," said the sage, ignoring the cavalryman's case of "throat sword." Further tests

No doctor it is not the infection I am worried about, its the vertigo and sporadic bouts of levitation.

"...and, I have a major, major novel that is being published this year, it will be widely available everywhere on digital platforms, so I have that going for me."

Carbuncle, Cumberbund and Cumberbatch, it is all so confusing....

She was tall, blonde, and beautiful. No one knew her real name. She was simply known as "Boochie." Cool and intelligent, Boochie was called upon often by the CIA to pose as a

El Gran Bigote sat perched atop the gargoyle on the side of the building, busy scanning the streets below for those up to no good, his luxurious, black mustache billowing behind

Becca snuck into her ex's house every night, only stealing what she could fit in her bindle. Tonight, she sought his heirloom: the remote control. Stealth ops were required because

Melanie finally broke through the surface, gasping for air. She emerged, dripping wet and colder than she'd ever been. She had been clawing at the ice for what seemed like ages.

Big. Red. Bumpy. Almost crusty. Like the puffed up hard bubbles on a pizza crust. But this had more cracks. Clear liquid drained from the cracks. It had a sort of carbonated smell.