"I've done it!" Dr. Tinkles exclaimed, holding up a beaker full of neon pink liquid. Dr. Moodle just stared at her for a few seconds, studying the liquid. "Done what? That's just

"You can't possibly be serious!" Akakios's jaw hung open slightly, slowly pulling up his lips into a snarl, "You say I have twelve days left? Twelve days left for /what/?"

I pretent not to see her dancing with her ex boyfriend

It seemed like years had gone by since starting a folding story. Then one day folding story sends me a survey. Do I have ideas? Usually people know better than to ask me this.

The mad scientist bowled his third strike in a row. If there was one thing he loved more than trying to take over the world, it was bowling. Something about the sound of pins

Little did she know by stepping across the threshold of the old country house she would start to discover the dark secret surround her birth family.

I stand there just taking everything in. "Wow! My old place on Alice Street didn't have a living room like this," I mutter to myself. I will be moved in next Saturday. Finally.

My brain stung like a bee colony was floating around up there. But I took more pills, turned up the radio as I slammed on the gas pedal. I had a wedding I needed to destroy quickly

Hello? Yes, I'd like to report a naked man... He's in my garden lathering up. I don't know why. No I don't know him! Now he's rinsing off and he's picking my prize tomatoes!

The one and only purpose of life is: A hand of Rummy

Liz had just finished folding her laundry when Wilt walked into the Laundrymat and shoved his head in the Tumbler she'd just used. She head a muffled "Ahhhh..."

I find it odd that too often a story will say about somebody "they were never seen nor heard from again" and the very next folder will have us hearing or seeing them again.

They sat at the feet of gurus and ate and drank. They hope to share with many more when they have done eating and drinking. They paid for it, yet they will share freely to some.

"That's it! I've had it with you and your disturbing obsession with

Grandpa was hiding a secret on that farm, and I was going to find out what it was, even if Pa found out and put me in the corn thresher to make me learn my lesson.

So my theory, is that the builders of stonehenge where the original trolls. They built it so we'd say "W.t.f. why did they build it?"

Everyone seems to own a ukulele these days. Good thing I'm different. I own two.

I was being trapped inside a venus flytrap and there was no one to save me .Then, a bigfoot came to the spot, and open up the venus flytrap's mouth and saved me....................

I have adopted the practice of pacing...back and forth...left and right...up and down...day-in and day-out...but I'm not really sure why I do it, unless, of course...I happen to be

I shoot alumni for sport. Any alumni as long as there is some sign of an alum. Any sign any alum. We didn't have to wait long before we were acquainted with the facts and alternati