One day, when I was extremely bored and making up stories with my imaginary friends seemed too boring, I decided to create a new game. A game that put me in this straight jacket.

once upon time, there littel beauitful ghost her name Nalola, she is want to take her time in a moment.

I lost things.

Spock set down the tricorder and cautiously approached the gelatinous quivering blue mound. Pushing his fingers into the quivering blue flesh, he intoned "My mind to your mind,

A day in the life of Daisy Mae... Stretch... Yawn... Sniff... "Ahhh, waking up to yet another beautiful day."

"If you're going to just stand there, I say you ought move to the side and let others through." The stewardess-

When I got the job at Apple in IT or something, they gave me a tiny egg box & said I could store my eggs in the staff fridge in the kitchenette for a rainy day. The egg harvester

Eric Conquest wanted nothing to do with his family. "We will scatter their souls with distraction, and fill them again with entertainment that gives them hope," his father had said

The heavens once an object of superstition & fear now a vast region for growing knowledge: thousands of planets are known but what kind of life if any inhabits these other planets?

Her english was funny, and made my ears tingle, but I wasn't complaining, cuz all of her massages ended up with happy

Now it begins, the story of how FoldingStory came to exist in this world of ours. It all began with a single droplet of ink.

I stab forward with my spoon dreading the squirming reaction. A sudden explosion oozes forth from its constraints. I fear pop-n-fresh dough.

The mad gleam in his eye pierced the night, he said, "Smell this pit will you?" I looked at where his crooked thumb hooked towards. This was not going to be pretty.

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I woke up in a different world. I recognized everyone but it wasn't my house. It was different, everyone acted different, what was happening?

Grandma's Apple Pie Recipe: -2 cups sugar -5 apples -1 tbsp salt -4 tsp sugar -1 cup flour -1 cup brussel sprouts -5 rashers of bacon -1 lock of orphan's hair -1 cup toenails

La gran depresión estalló en octubre de 1929

I contrived fissionably late at Becky's for her perennial Christmas fiasco. "I love that debacle you're wearing!" she sprayed dejectedly. I began malingering with the other guests.

The house was spacious and attractive inside. Our agent explained it was cheap because of the recent axe murders there. He pointed at the fresh bodies in the lounge and said:

The creatures in the deep blue sea are fascinating! Sharks have big sharp teeth, they use them to catch their prey