In the morning , i decided go to my friend's farm.When i got there, i started searching for my friend in the farm but i could not find him, then, i saw a man - eating plant

Through the circular lens I could clearly see the antennae of an eager insect. Or was it a human eye staring down at my miniscule body? Surprised, realizing I could see both views,

If time is what keeps everything from happening all at once, then time is also what's holding back progress. Thus, the most efficient way to make progress is to kill time. Example:

"You ate the stopper". "Bob's out collecting watermelons". His mind was filled with punchlines to dirty jokes he couldn't remember so he tried to recover the jokes with a hypnotist

4.16.2117 Log: My grandpa was just telling me horror stories again about how they used to eat animal flesh for sustenance and literally cut into live bodies as a form of medicine.

In the horror film Spork the main character is chained to a metal pipe. A voice tells the character that if he spoons or forks his leg off he will be set free

The hulking mass of rock floated effortlessly past Corvun as he crouched on a smaller perch nearby. He knew this ancient island, drifting for a millennia hid a deadly secret...

Why, yes...yes, I do believe those pants indeed make you look fat. He smiled then and crossed his arms.

Orindilla screeched into her Well of Wailing. "Number 9! I knew it. That's why my horoscopes have been inaccurate". A ninth planet beyond the Kuiper belt could only mean one thing:

Figuring out the solution in no less than eight hours, Holland Pomphrey was the most inefficient SOB they had in their

He finally felt unique. He'd pleaded enough times that his mom gave in and gave him the money. Then he bought an IPOD in "green." Now he was an individual because

Oscar the Grouch was pissed. All this Greening of America crap meant way less trash for him. He was "Green" before the hipsters co-opted it. He needed to get even so he

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The old gravedigger stared down into the pit. He propped himself on his shovel and rubbed his chin. Well, this was unusual. He had never had a corpse sit up and stare at him.

I should've realized something was up when they asked me to sign the contract in blood.

It was dark. Foreboding. The kind of night that makes your shoulders tense up once you exit the back door into the yard. Is that the sprinklers? No, they're off. Something

"Chuck you, Farley!" I exclaimed, delighting myself with one of my favorite zingers as I floored it and began to pass the semi barreling down I-5. The shocking

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff in Old Age. Think of a hemrhoid as a road bump on the constipation trail. Forgetting where you parked your golfcart is just an opportunity

A girl, mid-sized, brown hair, walked across the room. Her steps made her glide through the air like she was hovering, never to touch the ground. She glanced out the window to the

Shawna cackled. "You're right Mable, that Betty Lou is dumber than a door knob, bless her heart." Mable lit up. "Why, she looks busier'n a cat covering crap on a marble floor."