After the Great Atomic Cleansing all that were left was a new strain of human. They were cancer-proof and able to generate their food from the sun like plants. In that time

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And there i saw it, it was big, it was harry, and i was cold

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Ted Turner was finally broke. Sure, he had a lot to say, but no one cared anymore. The awful truth was that he was the equivalent of

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was also going to be the end of the world. Only one person could save it but right now I didn't know who.

I sneezed and she said "Gaia bless you". I screwed up my face in a frown and said "What?" She said "Surely you realize

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I was tired of being so clever and self-involved, but the baroque tapestry of my superior mind had already been woven. I avoided commoners for their sake; even a simple "hello"

One day a girl was walking to school. On her way there, a magical bean jumped out of a random closet door and started dancing in front of her the girl was scared because she didnt

Before making the final decision, I consulted my girlfriend Suzie and her daughter Kylie with whom I lived. Naturally, Kylie showed all of restraint any child of 10 would when

David never knew when the call for the typing would begin, but he always felt the pull even if he was home or not. When a ribbon of thought would catch his attention in that way

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When I started this one I was hoping to tell you a little something that I am about to make up as I type and listen to Joe Walsh and his wah wah. You did not see it but there was a