I look in the refrigerator and my chicken pot pie is gone. I am the only person living in this house, so naturally, I called the Ghost Hunters Crew to check this out. Surprisingly,

hola esta es la historia de una chica que salio de su casa una noche y por culpa de la inseguridad de las politicas kirchneristas esa chica nunca mas volovió

A small duck waded into the pod as the sun rose and the streets started to fill up with people on their way to work.

Some people are born as diamonds in the rough. Others aren't born at all. And some, the lucky few, are born different. And when I say different, I mean blue hair and mind reading.

I'd never smoked bath salts before. I'd never done any drug before. But here I was, high on bath salts on my way to church.

The commander of the Cron Aviv starship pounded his fist against the central panel. "Lost in space with no fuel. Awesome. So who wants to push?" The crew hid in the barracks with

The knight had been sent to slay the fractal dragon: An enormous dragon made out of smaller dragons, who, in turn, were made out of even smaller dragons. It kept going like this

C'était une fois une petit fille qui voulait devenir une princesse...

The moment I think I am carefree in this world the unbreakable bindings that keep me in this depression called reality remind me to carry on being me.

Once upon a time there was a dragon who lived in a cave. Every so often Sally, who lived up the road, would visit the dragon, telling it all of her secrets. But one day the dragon

"RACISM! RACISM! RACISM!" He roared. Just in case we hadn't got the message he roared it a few more times before looking directly at me and adding "

The worst part of all of this is everyone telling me it will all be fine, that time heals all wounds and they're praying for me like somehow that will bring them back.I'm no child,

Cranberry the Cat ate Dolly the Duckling with some apple sauce. Damian the Dog ate Cranberry the Cat with Dijon mustard. Felix the Fox ate Damian the Dog with celeriac remoulade

First it was the email about the unclaimed dog poop. Then came the email about cleaning up the dribble on your own private property. Next came the claim that even a dog unattended

I was walking around in the city of Brazil when I stopped to go on a tour in the Amazon that my friend had told me about. The tour guide had asked me questions for no reason.

The name of this story is The Suitcase. It takes place in 1974 on the banks of the Maumee River just north of Toledo, near where it runs into Lake Erie. It opens upon a boy & girl.

Smoking weed is one of the best things I can do, but tonight

Chapter 53. Dear Reader, I assure you that we have nearly reached the beginning of my story - which is to say, the night of my birth - but that cannot be properly understood unless

PIMP MY BUS!

"Foldy pants foldy pants, and you like baline ball buddy." "Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well same to you buddy!"