In the tabletop landscape that is the Midwest there are slumbering giants. Grain Silos. The Crop Circles of Wenona were a sign. Seamus was a watcher. He dusted crops by day,

He lived life in the fast lane. He always got into trouble. By far, his most interesting event was when

Smell this. Now smell that. Now, get a load of this. What he was holding was unspeakable. Unholy, and fowl. He wafted its atrocious smell towards me with a white gloved hand.

I was woken up by my fiance, a look of panic on my face. He led me outside and pointed at the sky. I looked up to see that the earth had somehow acquired a second moon. It looked

I dusted off my Wii, content to play it. I pulled out the only game I owned, unplayed for years, the game was Super Mario Galaxy. I remember all the times that I would

"What's up, Searching Dog?" He turned his yellow eyes on me. I didn't know how to talk to him any more. We used to have beer and burgers on the back deck, but now

Red wine,red roses,red lipstick and a fresh layer of red paint in the bedroom walls.

It was talked about for years, and it was finally done. The HR Red Flag statue. It stood on Nate's desk proudly & I think he enjoyed the attention. We knew better. We knew it

One boring day in English 101 class. I decieded to take a small nap, due to the lack of sleep. Right when I fell alseep the teacher,

BLOG ENTRY 1984.05.20,13:00: Victory cigs sux. Love is war? LOL. Thought popo 2+NG. Big Bro BFF? Not! :)

The evening skies were beautiful with its tint of red and yellow, it reminded him of the times he had with his now deceased wife "heh...those were the good days."

My little story

"Awesome dude! We found your toe! You'll be famous. We'll put the vid on youtube & send your toe to Dawson City." "I want my toe back." "No way, Finder's keepers. You can drink it!

A black dress. A white hat. Black shoes. A white cat. She lost her color vision and only had the ability to see in black and white now. She was always left curious and isolated.

The Witch of the hill!

Niamh was sitting in a bookshop in Islington waiting for her son to choose something when she saw the celebrity, Newt Long slip a copy of 'Why Men Marry Bitches' under his jacket!

Did I ever tell you about the time a boo tried to bubble on Ms. Watson? It was 1987. Hot, summer, wet, shower. Dean Jenkins had dropped a watermelon on his obdula oblongata

To be listed in the Financial Times annual ranking of the percent of executive bonuses given to charity Mr Pigley would have to dig deep. Last year some top execs gave 0.01% of the

After sitting on the bench, joe finally decided to get up and walk on the walkway. After doing this, and interesting thought popped into his head, so he stopped and pndered...

Once upon a time while attending GSU, I was having the time of my life in Reading 4232 class and I noticed that my cell phone kept vibrating out of it's mind. So I decided to