Hi,my name is Steve. I was born in the suburbs with 2 working class parents, a sister & a 2 car garage. I have no real identity nor do I have a clue what I'm doing. Want to go out?

A young married woman was burdened with the problems of married life and approached her mother. Her mother took 3 pots of boiling water. In one she inserted a carrot, in another

"For sale, baby shoes, never worn" read the slip of paper. Dammit, why were the higher ups obsessed with Hemingway references? Last time, his contact had been an old man on a

A half-empty tin of Spongebob Squarepants Band-Aids and the lingering scent perfume were all that were left of her. Just a few moments earlier

She planted the seed that had come from the dusty packet in the back of the greenhouse. For weeks, nothing, then, one day, a sprout appeared, ghastly green, glowing with an unholy

Aquell vellet va alçar-se del banc, va caminar cap el parc fins trobar aquella cova on tants moments havia passat de petit. Va entrar, va mirar els murs i es va posar a plorar.

I recoiled from myself. I fled down dark alleys with dimly sputtering exit signs and dead ends at every turn. I couldn't run far and fast enough, but to my greater horror, wherever

"What on earth are you doing? Get up from there!" my mom hollered. I pressed my eye into the sidewalk crack. I could see things! People! An entire universe! They beckoned me...

The ghost Russian cruise ship drifting off the coast of County Mayo lurched in the Atlantic swell. Its crew of cannibal rats scurried aft to survey the rocky shore. "Land ahoy, Cap

The Nodos put on an apron. The cake was done. It was a very big cake. It was baked in a relativistic jet emitted from a black-hole the Nodos had made, this quantum cake.

It was an invitation to the Theminar. This was where the "them" of the worlds met. This shadowy but colossal society gathered once a year to hold court on the

The countryside hadn't changed much, but the road had. I just didn't remember the

In my dream I wear a motorcycle helmet and I am the only one dancing in an office. There is this strange beat in the background and then suddenly, pandemonium and chaos. Harlem.

Hardy knew that fucker spilled that scalding water on purpose. But Laurel's dead, soulless eyes, the eyes of a killer, meant he couldn't hurt him directly. Oh god, did he know?

"The concept of no-nations is difficult for a time-debter to comprehend." The Exhuman explained. My napalm shield had left me in a state of delirium.

Your telling me I applied, was accepted 1 in 10000, trained in a grueling program, traveled through interplanetary space for 2 years, survived the landing, & the sunsets are blue?

Adrian could see that what he proposed was unpopular, but he persisted regardless. "What do you MEAN, my plan to secure world peace by destroying a major city is implausible?"

I was fell up into the sky one day.

Snowzilla crashed through the streets of NYC giving the scrambled air force jets a cold blast of his cryobreath as they strafed his massive shoulders.

Folding Story is a lot like blackjack. You gotta play smart with the cards you're dealt and the room you're given. And win or lose, it always seems to end with a gun at my spine.