Rose called her Twilight fanfiction '30 shades of Brown' & sat back waiting for the cash to roll in. In summary, Gordon Brown ex-GB Prime Minister & part time vampire lives in Seat

We had zombies before zombies were cool.

Some of us

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

I was so tired. I hate crying. I wasn't upset but when other people cry it makes me cry. I felt like

What is that over there? No. Seriously. That thing is seriously creeping me out. It's like a box. NO WAIT. OH CRAP. IT'S COMING THIS WAY. SOMEONE STOP IT. AHHHHHHH!!

It all happened so fast! I remember waking up from the couch in my darkened living room, the light in the hallway on. Standing in the doorway was the massive silhouette of

I like the smell of burnt toast in the morning.

Here's a new twist for Apple Brown Betty: Take 5 good-sized Granny Smith apples, peel, then slice. Let them soak in lemon juice and brown sugar while you grind up a little

Fold me once, shame on you. Fold me twice,

The coffee bag was vacuumed-sealed in an impenetrable brick. The seams couldn't be pulled apart, scissors bent, it broke knife blades and using a hammer only cracked the counter

My bloody head dangled upside down mere inches from the boiling cauldron as I fought against my bindings. "I'll ask you ONE MORE TIME!" screeched Hagatha. "WHAT OF THE TOAD?!!!!"

Lookin' at cleavage is like lookin' at the sun. You don't stare at it! It's too risky! You get a sense of it and then you look away, or you wear some dark glasses. Your blind

This is fold 1,300 for me. I've got a question. When will I run out of stuff to fold about? Is there any more to write about Alien Invasions &, I dunno, Life? That's 2 questions...

She has 40-watt-a-pointing-you-know-what's. She has hung lips and thinks that cotton probably shouldn't be

The Mormons had taken to a new mission after trotting the globe. Other species. Ted the Mormon had been assigned to be a missionary to all mollusks. This was not going to be

"Do you like my new frock?" she asked. "Do you want the long or the short answer?" he replied. "Oh, long please!" she said fetching a notebook and sharp pencil. "Well, the bias cut

Will suave young Chad, Erica's personal trainer convince her to murder her decrepit wheelchair bound billionare husband? WillTiffany undergo plastic surgery to look like her

Kharma is after me!

"So this isn't 67P/Tschurjumow-Gerassimenko?" "No, your about 7 million miles off. This here's 109P/Swift-Tuttle, but why not set down and stay a spell? The ammonia snow powder's