" God save our souls!", to that I said " I am the son of the devil and I am here to do the devil's work". I shot him in the face twice, it felt like

There was recently a major release of substances from a waste disposal site in the county. Owen is the current owner of the site; Fred is a former owner. Hap is the producer of the

The moped hummed quietly on the empty road. Buildings wizzed passed me. The Briefcase was still on the bak of the vehicle. They were catching up. I sighed and sped towards the wall

"Climate Change!" he exclaimed. The room was silent. One by one, audience members raised they're hands, but before he could call on any, a figure appeared in the

Jordin was a simple person, with simple goals in his life, as far as he thought, but as a U.S Marine Sniper he knew that his life wouldn't be so simple, for example, in Iraq he saw

Pues , finalmente Sura , fué a recoger a su hijo , despues que terminará , las calses. Al llegar , había visto aquel niño entristecido sentado al costado de la carretera.Llegó.

The bag gaped open, waiting to swallow the prize, but it would be hours before a caper could be carried out. When a bird landed near by, then hopped onto the edge, time stood still

Frightened by the impending betrayal, the little girl explored wearily in the ever expanding house until she came across

He saw green blood. Most people would run, but he was Austrian! He wanted to calm the muscular sweating Indian so he said, "If it bleeds, we can kill it." But the blood

I've had it, I'm through, I won't help you do it anymore. It just isn't right to take advantage of them even if they ask; and they do as so nicely, but I won't I just won't

“Take a look at me now,” he chortled into the dishwasher, “all the workshops of these colleges are kidding themselves. The students are a prop for the prof's alcoholism and

Just because there's snow on the roof; doesn't mean there's not a

My tooth was killing me, so I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and go to the dentist. A real one, not the one I went to last time in the alley behind FoodWay. In the waiting

As the morning sun burned the clouds, it was clear today was the day for

I was sitting on the couch with Shania, watching reruns of "Unwrapped" and playing footsies, when she looked into my eyes and said, "Wanna play the Wii?" That's when I knew

The squirrel had been hatching his plan for weeks. He had eaten his last pinecone on Tuesday. He was now strictly a carnivore. And why not? The apartment complex was full of meat.

I built my coffin with planks of debt-ridden credit cards and nailed it shut with packed cigarettes.

The darkness wrapped around his shoulders as he stalked down the gloomy path. "I need to get out of this genre," he whimpered to himself.

It's been said "You can't develop 180 characters or more in 180 characters or less." But as was the case with all radical writers, "can't" was not in my vocabulary. I sat at my

The Brain had learned to be ready at the front gate to avoid embarrassment so when he was standing there with his laptop backpack on his shoulder, everyone except Rhia was relieved