Time to put on the tin foil hats again... the French are voting!

"I understand." The sensation of the words slipping down my throat like a bitter pill of disappointment was nothing short of awful. The coat of sugar, of 'maybes', hardly helped.

The park was as quiet as a grave,i was walking after my tuition class, suddenly, my friend from nowhere he stood in front of me.I was panic-stricken.Later he told" don't go this ..

ART NARRATIVES FOR THE BLIND: MC Escher, White Geese flying left, Black geese flying right, repeat ten times.

In the morning,my elder brother came to woke me up from my bed .when,he entered my room,he saw me snoring loudly,so he bought a packet of pepper and he blowed it in to my nostrils

"This is a story. A story about fish. The end." Susan was never very good at folding stories. She tried so hard to be like the others, but never succeeded. It was only when

When I arrived home, the door was opened. I thought about my cats and if they were safe. Suddenly, I heard a noise and people stepping down the stairs very quickly. I didn't unders

There's always something wrong with people. Some people just fail to notice what it is that is strange about, say, their best friend or mom. So...what is wrong with me?

Once upon a time there was a family that lived on a farm. They were not making ends meet. It seemed that every time the farm was about to make money, some of the crops would die

What if, at the end of December, no matter how many prayers you said or virgins you sacrificed or spirits you appeased, the nights got stuck & never got any longer?

You know how when you're eating, or reading, or driving or whatever and all of a sudden nothing makes any sense and you just kind of pass out for ten or twelve minutes?

Once pupon a time a stoopid ass called simon barbaaaaaaaaaah told me to go on this website, he forced me to, he held my up by my throat with a knife, now im here, save me plz

"How many copies of my record will I have to sell to actually make money?" "Oh you're still hung up on money? I though you were an artist."

Once upon a time, in a far away land known has The Hills, lived a little grotesque girl known as Shame. She was about the age of 6 and was terribly clumsy. She lived in the forest

Donna was in the kitchen chopping onions. On the radio was an item about the cut-back in mistresses Italian men are having to make in the economic downturn. The knife slipped and a

"Rodger me with a halibut!" screamed the headmaster. Head Boy Lionel Throckmorton began caning any and all Prefects within range, while Ms. Carwell, the newly appointed French

"You don't understand. No one does. God. My leg is made of a stack of Krispey Kremes. Do you know how hard it is to put my damn shoes on?!?! Of course you don't!" Shouter Ted

The scarcity of trains made tying oneself to the tracks feel like less of a death wish, so former damsels were self-imposing time to look up at the clouds. New age therapy sessions

The time has come to say goodbye. He waved his hand and sent a kiss, I replied with an erect middle finger. The train moved and slowly accelerated, he was stuck in the rails

Dr. Frankenstein looked on in piteous illumination as Igor carefully laid out the body of poor John Keats beneath the Monster's platform. "For his negative capability," Igor exp