He jumped off the 18th floor but on his way down he was accidentally shot by an old man who was threatening his wife with a shotgun. The old man thought the gun was not loaded but

I laid on solid black porcelain floor. I knew i was dead. The question is where am i now? I stand and look around. I see a mirror and go towards it. I look into its depths and see

I unlocked the deadbolt and peered out into the blackness past the screen door. Something had made that noise. It was cold and I was trying to talk myself out of investigating but

There's a sheet of paper right in front of you.

Who said reading mainly fiction was a waste of time? Why today alone, I learned what excelsior & fruit machines are, & most of the $0.25 words I use to purple up my prose came from

it was time they didn't know it was time but it was time for the shadow giant was here.

But were there rules? If there were rules who set them? Some of the stories got better when no one followed any rules. Some of the stories got better when the rules were followed.

in the coldest of nights, homer simpson drags his trash bag to the garbage and suddenly

"Must I?" "Yes. To do anything else would be instant death. Conformity, m'lad, is your saving grace. People are scared of 'different'." He sulked in The Medieval Times break room,

To outsiders, Johnny Manziel appears callow.

Note to foldingstory users: I want to make Jakob the jewish refugee and Souperwoman the "thing" of Foldingstory. Please make it happen in the next 9 lines! I'll start it - "Can I?"

Growing up with stereotypical parents, all I wanted was to be different. To cause trouble.

David stood there, sweaty and hot. The 90 degree day was not kind to him, seeing as he was wearing a suit and tie, standing on a street corner, his gaze affixed to his watch. Soon,

Once upon a time, in a far far away land, lived a little boy and his sick grandmother. The boy was too young to work so he had no money to help his granny.

"I'm doing it for the kids!" then she barfed all over my Fendi sunglasses. She looked up and saw pretty Malibu mountains.

Paola hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. She couldn't bear the way he looked at her. Lost in thought she realized he was in the same room. Just then he spoke,

"Why me? Why it has to be me?" - I yelled. The leader looked at me. The blood was covering his face. "Because someone has to live to tell the story" - he said. The engines of

They always used to call her "Lizzie-Lard-Arse".

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I like Halloween There once was a crank that was very nice .It was Halloween night and when he trick or treated nobody gave him candy because he was to scary he He ate