I really should go to bed. I haven't slept for three days. My muse has had my brain squished between her hands. But now the spark has gone, and my mind has gone fuzzy like peachfur

As the family moved into their new three story home they were told by the moving men about all manner of history, from the indian burial ground the home was built on to the scenic

Zimbabwes yoddeling xylophone wacking virtuouso Urs Tikumu showed really quirky performances. New music links kept Jethro inspired. His global folklore events defied common beliefs

Dane smiled and broke off a piece of his pancake, putting it on his daughter’s plate. She produced a fork like David Copperfield and started the dissection. I could tell she’d

Él no quería participar, hasta que...Habiá una vez, en un país muy lejano, un ciudadano que no quería particpar

A quiet child appeared at the teacher's desk. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. No words came out and she peered from beneath long strands of hair.

It was during my time in the grasslands of Africa when I contracted the virus. The native people told me it was deadly but I was convinced that I would recover.

Who actually came up with this website? Are people really supposed to sit at home and finish stranger's stories that they've made up off the top of their head? Oh my gosh, I am !

They pitched camp in the midst of the pumpkins. The eastern sky grew dark, and the stars jangled up into their places. Beyond the horizon, a solitary pony approached. On her

She was at the tatoo parlor having his name removed. It was how all her relationships ended & often the most painful part she thought sardonically. She was faithful to her tatooist

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I don't understand why I have to register my neutrino rifle. Doesn't every galaxy bounty hunter have the right to have protection? The Star World Marshall looked up at me and

Hortincula Meares was about as steady on her four-inch heels as a cyclops in a china shop, and the brick paving underfoot seemed the culprit; but Hortincula was gourd-empty stoned.

He punched a baby

Every so often you stumble across a little film on Netflix and wonder how you ever managed to miss it when it was out in theatres.

Agent Robinson was gasping for breath as he tried to stand, and I used the opportunity to do the sensible thing and shoot him. He crumpled on the floor, and I was free to proceed

In a valiant attempt to set a new world record, Pete stuffed another two franks into his maw. Already to near-choking and fast approaching his limit, he glanced at the LED clock.

I gazed through the blinders hanging before the train window at the moire pattern formed by the neat rows of rice plants. We passed a crossing and the warning tone doppler-shifted

Humpback the Clown decide that maybe it was time to reevaluate some of the voices he had made.

My room has a view of a graveyard. I'm all alone