Agent B52s Tricky mission: find a Cure for the Broken Social Scene. His contact said he’d find a Gold Panda At The Drive-In, under a pile of Cardigans behind the Dirty Projectors.

My name is Tess, and I'm an alien. Life can get weird like this, but I've learned to act normal, at least. Except that one time...

Bart pushed himself away from the table. Nothin' like "All-U-Can-Eat Lamb Fries Night" at Sam's Truck Stop. Bart waved away the coconut creme pie he was offered and belched.

I would put something creative and novel into the new story box, but, i am very low on inspiration. So, um, there was a man named Bob. No, scratch that. His, no, her name is

He breathed in the silence. It was his oxygen. Living in the Shadow Lands had chilled his metabolism. But he also could kill without retribution.

In 2013 ETS replaced its PRAXIS exams for future teachers with a new, simpler one- the Voight-Kampff test. In the first 5 minutes of testing, over 75 future teachers were revealed

وقف البطل الخارق الملقّب بـ(كويتي مان) على قمّة برج التحرير، و رداءه الملوّن بألوان العلم الثلاثة يرفرف من خلفه مع الريح. يتأمّل المدينة من فوق و اذا به يشاهد عمليّة سطو مسلّح على

Tom looked over the potato, carefully. "Hmm."

حضّرت سبيكة مكوّنات وجبة الغداء و صفّفتها على الطاولة. عاينت "المقادير" مطوّلاً مفكّرة إلى نفسها عن انطباع زوجها الذي سيتناول الوجبة لاحقاً، متمنيّة أن تحوز على رضاه أخيراً

"It's my birthday today and I demand a life-sized cake sculpture of my likeness!" Juliyah stomped her heel-clad foot childishly. Papa Poot, her adoptive father, was reddening at

I opened the valentine. Inside were 4 plastic corn cob holders and a card that read: "I want to kiss you behind the ears." That's it. Nothing else. And it wasn't signed.

It's so cold in the office where I'm interning. I have to take a sweatshirt with me, even though the weather outside is scorching.

it was time for some affirmative action to reninstate gender balance on the whole sacrifice-the-virigin-to-the-gorilla social more. The social justice warriors tied the groom to a

Old Space Ranger Tuggie McGee, 203 years old, was on his deathbed, or more accurately, in his Reuse Tank. He said Rosebud & died knowing it was ok to not know Morse Code afterall.

The universe is vast, and cold, and dark.

Stickman's parachute didn't open.

The luminous figure, off to the East, was known as the Beauty Bell Tower, where all the birds gathered to chirp their tune. Where many luscious flowers threw, ripe for the picking

Would you rather for 10 minutes have to hang onto the top of a car going 100 mph OR try to stay on top of a hot-air balloon in the sky?

"What's this?" Dr. Foldenstein cackled. "A new fold! Freshly unfurled this morning. Mmmm this one shows promise. No telling where it could go. Perhaps this calls for a

ركض اللص ما بين الأزقّة و الطرقات، هارباً من الشرطي الذي لم يكف عن مطاردته منذ خمسة دقائق. حمل اللص مسدّسه في حزامه و كيس النقود على جانبه الآخر. في نهاية الطريق، وجد اللص نفسه مقا