Benny,the dog went home from the park feeling sad that day cause Jack,his owner lost his ball in the lake.The next day,Jack brought him a beatyfull yellow ball,bigger and better

He walked down the line paying his respects. A somber faced line. Wet Red eyes. He leaned in and hugged her, he said, "Sorry for your loss," and he pickpocketed her

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The end.

Saint Elmo never heard music this good. As the fog descended on the harbor, the lighthouse swirled from the east jetty and caught a glimpse of the dark figures by the moorings of

The evil shopping cart sat out in the Target parking lot. Nothing about it would suggest that it had been made in hell. But here it was. Anyone who put items in it would

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Among the few things I regret are that I never had a sound understanding of quantum mechanics. Spin? Location?

The crazy oldman lived the rest of his life being hated, completely broke, and... in love with a pigeon... This is hell... I am in hell. I am like an electric Jesus

Lights danced in his eyes. That's not where they were accustomed to dancing and in point of fact, were a little uncomfortable there with all of the dewy innocence. Nevertheless,

The stars burned out one at a time, then in pairs, then in clumps. The night sky was going black and when the moon went out, Stella knew there was about eight minutes before

"I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it move it. You like to... MOVE IT!" That song was playing for the twelfth time today, this was

Can a carnivorous plant meet, fall in love with and marry a human woman with a an allergy to poison ivy and bees? How would they cross pollinate? Did she even know what a stamen

-Where the F#$& are my F#$&ing socks?-And why the F#$& are you so mad about some F#$&ing socks?-Because they are my F#$&ing lucky socks.-And when the F#$& did you have a lucky day?

It was so wierd. The holiday had turned crazy, all because of the tentacles that I had found lying on the beach that cold, magical morning. They had been picked up and dragged to

I am a 65 years old retiree, people look askance at me when I say things like, I"I think Ill build a Mandolin from scratch then learn to play it. It only takes my time, not theirs

i impinged into your life again. a stimulus, maybe. a horror to escape or destroy. a pathos. I am my facticity phenomenally, in a soul that tends at one as it approaches immortali

So there it was. Quivering. Hulking. Gyrating. Like it had a life of its own. It was sick. Diseased. Disgusting. It was

I use oven cleaner and a brass-bristle brush on mine until all the blackened crust and rancid oily residue solids are removed. Then, I gently dab it dry with a ShamWow Shammie.