I saw what I did that morning at the diner had caused a ripple that came back to hit me just now by her slamming the door in my face. "It was only a cup of coffee".

My mom's cat was named Thomas Jefferson.

Are you going to the Writer’s Block Party? Take the Pineapple Express north & exit at Indica Ave. Walk two blocks east to Sativa Street; then go south until you see the Purple Haze

I dated a girl once by the name of Debbie Teeth who went by the nickname Spooky Tooth. Seems that I broke her heart, so she busted my jaw, and I had to eat my food through a straw.

She drifted away, on a warm Summer day, like veils twirling, shadows sterling, both the waves and sky; watched her disappear; growing distant more and less near, said goodbye.

There is curling and then there is toe curling. And then there is toe curling while curling. Most people wouldn't want to combine the two, but Wendy Weagle wasn't most people.

"We interrupt this program for an emergency broadcast. President Trump's burrito bombed, so he declared war on Mexico. Chef swears Lo Mein is ok, but stay tuned. Back to the game."

Train on the water, boat on the track. Train on the water, boat on the track. My lady took the train across the Atlantic. I hope it don't sink like the Titanic.

Little did she know by stepping across the threshold of the old country house she would start to discover the dark secret surround her birth family.

This is a story about a secret castle, where lives a little prince and many amazing animals, actually they are friends. You can take this story as a fairy tale, but it doesn't.

Once upon a time, a princess who was very revealing, she did not like to wear dresses, heels, jewelry or crowns, she liked to bring pants, tennis, play soccer, nintendo..

I spent a full year, birthday 30, sharing an apartment with a burly biker dude named James. We both were messengers, taking legal documents from attorneys and filing them in court.

John Bronner soaked the antique newspaper with brandy and struck a match. "The Daily Gazette used to tell us stuff. It didn't tell us what to see." He let it go. He let it all go.

My day started like any other day. I woke up to the sound of a crying baby, a yelling mother, and drenched in sweat due to no air conditioning. However, little did I know

He overdosed on happiness. We all know what that means.

I was taking a nice stroll in the forest when I came upon a building that I had not seen before. I go inside and there was a long creepy hallway that seemed to never end. I saw a

"Buongiorno!" the stout, little man yelled and lifted his hand in greeting. "Sa la ragazza da Ingleterra??"

Peter Griffin looked at the ramparts. They were strong. With the garrisons full, he should be able to withstand an attack from Westeros's King, Lord Stewie.

Here I was standing on the corner. It was wet and still raining.

Meredith Klein's highest note could crack much more than glass. But despite the prophecies and the prompting from all dimensions, she hated her role and decided she would not sing