I looked over my shoulder to see where the noise, a deep throaty chuckle, came from. "Blurh," The chuckle came again. He was getting closer... Elmo. He was coming.

The palace of ice had stood there all winter and now it was gone.

...and they called him...The Scribbler...

"Jingle bells~ Jingle bells~ Jingle all the way~~" "IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS SHUT UP!"

Bulbous ping-pong balls stared me in the face. "Time to get up Jake!" said the sock.

Happiness is a breakfast burrito. That is all.

"Time to carve you up!" Hans & Frans pull started their chain saws & attacked ice blocks. The ice disco had to be finished in 2 hrs. Hans worked the bar while Frans cut a discoball

She screamed in mixed emotions,delight or horror, she was yet to know; for she had seen the most handsome man her father has forced her to marry and yet she was still unhappy..

I looked upon the moonlight that rest upon the glen, when I realized with great pleasure that this was the moment my life had built itself up for. I had finally discovered love and

Why do I do what I do?

We finished suiting up and approached the door. Being gentlemen, we rang the doorbell and waited five seconds before kicking the door down.

I was so hungry that i started to eat

I lay in a puddle of my own urine. I wished I could get her attention. "Please, help me," I begged with my eyes. But she was too busy with her own life to notice that I was

He knew he shouldn't have gone there. He knew it was against the rules. But he couldn't help it. Not one bit. He had to see. He had to know. It wasn't as if he couldn't back out at

Your name is Gordan Freeman, you work in a top secret government facility in the middle of the desert. You Your job is to insert yellow crystals into the

So Coach flexed, stood firm and said, "I mean it. Smell my nuggets." Total silence.

"Hello? Yes, hello this is Dingy Donk. Is this Gingerbread Guy?" Dingy was hopeful that this time it would be different, that his new college roommate liked smelling shoe too.

Bananas suddenly burst forth from a hole in the wall as Cindy skipped down her school's hallway, preventing her from reaching her destination: PS 105, Advanced Geometry.

Jim was a weeds farmer. But wherever he planted his weeds seeds, nothing sprouted. "Where do all the weeds go?" he asked the heavens as his downward-growing weeds emerged in

Mia wrote out daily schedules solely for the thrill of scribbling over them. As an agent of minor chaos, such was her way of life. Unfolding a sock could start a chain reaction of