A mime is a terrible thing to waste. Just yesterday,

It was crafted from some ceramic material that was really useful for flying until the pat downs and body scanners. Now he had to kill terrorists with a ball point pen if it came to

I was just surfing the web when the person right across from me decided to be weird and talk about manga. He was rambling on about

Millie sat beneath the sycamores, trying to escape the heat of a hot Savannah night. Lightning bugs flashed in the night sky. Her lemonade glass was empty. Beau was 20 minutes late

The little boy was scared. Not knowing why, he continued to walk into the forest, hoping something would surface and wipe away his fears. Before he know it, he was lost in the and

As he lay on his hospice bed, death fast approaching. A religious councilor came to try and comfort him. She spoke for a while and he said "Hush! God can wait. Paul Harveys on."

There was once a little girl, aged 5. She was always wanting to spend time with her mother and one day her mother decided she would move away and leave the girl with her nan

He couldn't believe it - all those years of training and preparation, and he was defeated by some no-namer from Minneapolis? Somewhere in the distance, Rick Astley could be heard.

"Sparklicious!" exclaimed Poodlefoo as he hopped over the rainbow trellis and onto the flowery peaks. It wasn't often one got to meet a flying kadoodle, but here he was, soaked in

Bred by the government to impregnate social minorities and have super-soldier children, Project Crinkletart could have been a success, but instead created...Fugget...

Married 40 years. How had the time gone by so fast. I looked in the mirror this morning and was scared by the old person looking back at me. Who in the hell is that. What happened

Cowboy TV is not a transvestite, he is not genocidal, and no jury has ever convicted him of anything! Instead, he is

-Where the F#$& are my F#$&ing socks?-And why the F#$& are you so mad about some F#$&ing socks?-Because they are my F#$&ing lucky socks.-And when the F#$& did you have a lucky day?

The moped hummed quietly on the empty road. Buildings wizzed passed me. The Briefcase was still on the bak of the vehicle. They were catching up. I sighed and sped towards the wall

He'd hooked his rifles up to the Christmas tree. It really was a work of art. His 100 rifles, handguns zip guns, we're glistening there on 'ol tannenbaum just waiting for

She could have chosen to wake up then, but she didn't. Would it have worked? Well. Maybe. She walked across the shifting ballroom, into the next chamber, which seemed to be

"CALL THE EXTERMINATOR!" the chef shrieked at the top of her lungs as she burst out of the pantry.

There's nothing wrong with being gay, sure, but Neal Hardon took it to the extreme. The fanny pack and the roller blades were enough- the Enrique Iglesias CD was a tad overboard.

The man picked up his pickaxe, then brought it down, hard, into the block of stone containing pieces of coal. Again, and again, he swung, hoping that each swing would be the one.

The plant was shelterd in a hollow grove in the ground. Small waterfalls made light noises all around. It was beautifal, and was about to end Cancer. I reached slowly forward to it