I'll never eat Belgian chocolate again.

She traveled the road as her supreme delight alighted on the prow of a Rolls-Royce motor car to revel in the freshness of the air & the musical sound of her fluttering draperies.

One lonely Saturday night, I was sitting in my boring brown chair, drinking, when there was a knock at my door. I opened it. It was Robert Plant. He was dripping wet because

It was a quiet night , well quiet enough for the bustling chaotic city of New Orleans. Having half naked girls running around going "Woooo" was all but a common occurrence here.

"What in God's name is going on here!?" he roared. The smell was absolutely putrid, cigarette butts everywhere, half naked Columbian's were passed out left & right, & Flint the

Gene Rayburn read the card with his perfect diction, "The skydiver was in a panic. When he pulled his ripcord, instead of a parachute, out came a BLANK"

"THE BEATLES" seguiran sonant. La música dels "Beatles" es cantava, es canta i es seguirà cantant

The Martians looked upon Earth with despair. Were solar flares and too much humidity the cause of so many earthly contretemps? The Obsidian Galak

Jarrod Quatermain examined the tatters fluttering on the ruins. "The old ones still remember. The young ones still hope." No, not good, he thought, and logged it in his timestick.

Ko'Tac, the Arch Mage of the northern kigdoms pondered as he stared out the window, behind him trailed the ancient robe, the red trim striking against the dull black.

Bringing firecrackers to his brother's wedding was Bill's latest idea for a good practical joke. It would also be his last.

She put her hand over his heart. Then he put his hand over her hand over his heart. Then she put her other hand over his hand over her hand over his heart. Then he put his other

One day a boy was walking when he found a puppy in a box

The management sent Joe to check out the disturbances in #1423. It creeped him out enough that the elevator skipped from 12 to 14, but the normality of the carpet and lighting cr

I like my cosy box. It's warm & comfortable. Why do I have to get out of the box to think?

"Michael Bolton, Michael Bolton to the white courtesy phone. Samir Na...Na -eye...uh..Na-eye-in-nuh...uh..."

Somewhere on FoldingStory is a story entitled "Falscheweh," & if you read it, you go insane. It's the one story you can't find in Search, and its authors are a mystery. Written in

This was it. She finally invited me to her place. Oh she definitely piqued my curiosity. When she excused herself to slip into something more comfortable, I perused her bookshelf.

Tonight Octopus.

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