He joined Twitter so he could follow the lives of his favourite celebrities. The problem was, he followed so many, that

Spacey LaFete lived in a Quonset hut down at the southern end of Turkey Creek, a place where the Wallahatchi once roamed...where now there are trailers filled with Rednecks.

The first notes from his guitar shot through the amplifier like a bullet. Loud, distorted, ear-piercing noise. It was just how he felt, and he turned it up louder.

She detached the front mounted jet pack and stored it in her locker, then removed her cape and hung it over the jet pack. Her name tag said "Debby, Senior Air Ship Hostess. Today

If you want it cleaned right - you gotta roll up your sleeves, dive in and do it yourself. At least that's what my mother always

Driving along the Reese-Hershey Highway beneath the Peanut-Buttercup Mountains, Willy and Charlie began their adventure leaving the chocolate factory in the hands of Oompa-Loompas.

The green glow faded, and my vision returned to the world. I was standing among a vast grassy field, nothing else in sight except... someone walking towards me in the distance.

Her light dimmed a little. It always did that when Nelson walked into the room. His eyes stopped glowing. He knew it bothered her, but he didn't want her to forget his superior

The technique was invented by Surrealists and is similar to an old parlour game called Consequences in which players write in turn on a sheet of paper, fold it to conceal part of t

Footsteps on the dance floor remind me baby of you. Tear drops in my eye eyes, next time I'll be true. Whispers in the powder room, she cries on every tune, every tune, every tune

Back in college I started playing underwater hockey. Then when I was in Navy Seals I realized a team of dolphins could own the pool floor, so I quit the navy and

I was just surfing the web when the person right across from me decided to be weird and talk about manga. He was rambling on about

Something was different, I found myself in a diffrent timeline. A way cooler one too. John Lennon had survived the shooting, Christopher Walken was the President, and my girlfriend

Bless Me, Father, for I have sinned. I am a confirmed Catholic who strayed from Heaven's straight & Narrow path for a walk thru debauchery's garden: Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll.

There's nothing I can't do. There's nothing I can't do. There's nothing I can't do. Whew. OK. Whew. Whew. Here goes

"Internet porn?" she screamed indignantly, acting as if it wasn't a part of every male teen's life. "That's trash, and I don't want to see any more of it in my house!"

Oh MAN! I also just f'ed up somebody's folding story and feel bad about it. Dammit anyway!

It was addicting! The little game she had found on the internet known as Folding Story was so much fun and she just couldn't stop. Three little words: Create, ADD, or Read

The happy birthday balloon hovered close to the ceiling, barely touching its textured, painted skin. They painted it, it figured, to dull the pain of each tenant falling for it,

Sarah see her hand. Full of red liquid thing. What should I do now? Sarah grumble. Then, just the way, Jon, the boy she loved, enter the room. Hey Sarah! What you do here?