Crazydance accepted Wolfofthedrp's challenge to a foldingwar. Pulling out his keyboard he quickly plugged it into his computer and started folding stories, before long he had

"Welcome to the Happy Hermit Bakery and Cookie Emporium!", said the sign hanging awkwardly askew on the door.

Once upon a time, there was a boy, a basketball, a dream. He practiced every hour of everyday. Not many people knew he was an orphan. Just him and a basketball against the world.

He waited, sitting cross-legged on the padded floor and staring at the white walls of silence. He had been doing so for an hour now, it was what he was told to do...

Damian took her hand. "Lisa..." he murmured, "give me a chance." She gazed into his eyes. Then she smiled, and just as his face filled with hope, disengaged from the simulator

Dr. Moodle also supported the claim that Dr. Seuss had a PhD in environmental science because he predicted the green eggs and ham. Thus, Dr. Moodle was not supported by

"A cat is eating the rotting flesh of a pterodactyl in my backyard, and I am wondering why and how this could happen..." That was how my call to the police began.

"Server disconnected - please try again in a moment." Toromir Ravensgrog found himself back at his tavern with all its burdens, eager to level up as the CPA for a pet-shop chain in

The premise of my new poem 'After the Next Word: Nothing' is a complete lie and we all know it but you're going to buy it anyway. I really need the money. Boats are not free.

On May 12, 2015, at 3:04 PM, a band of pirates were counting their booty. On May 12, 2015, at 3:04 PM, on an island not too far away, shipwrecked orphans were building a fire to

Detective Manatee tutted and mused upon lost time as he left the sparsely attended IMAX 3D showing of "Vending Machine Perspective". Who could he call? Who could he trust?

Black beans, black beans, have you any wool? Yessir, yessir, uracil.

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After I slaughtered Megador the Butcher and gathered some gold and stuff, I poked around and discovered a secret cafeteria, where a Beholder was picking at a salad and a small bowl

In that definite & rare descriptive case, the logic & truth value were both valid positions. However such existential topologies were only found in null pockets of empty space.

Unless, that is all there is to it? Just a pattern you aspire to. Just another notch on your dance card. being fully Human and all of that crap. But what of the mere humans? Where

Rules to follow if you want to successfully survive a zombie event:/ Never reveal your real name.

I made the best macaroni sandwich with honey glazed ham and sweet mustard with lettuce, tomato and melted swiss cheese. I glazed pasta sauce on it. My friends made fun of me but I

"Call me Fowzella the Fierce. No, call me Ingrid Widdershins. Wait... Nadia... erm... Fine. I'm Jenny. I'm an aspiring time travel travel detective, but I've failed all the exams.

The secret to making quality pancakes, is to stir the batter until it is smooth.