The paper airplane was set in flight on Sunday, July 17th at 8:45pm. It contained the first line of this folding story. Viktor stood on the shore of Lake Opeka and wished it well.

Her thoughts were returned of her positive vibrations, from October 2016. As of right now, her Mother's stupid influence was there, soon to be gone. It would go away soon!

Agony Aunt smiled at the postmaster, enjoying the thought that he could smell her.

Jack, the official hospital clown, was glad to have a job after graduating the School of Clownomics. His father said, "Now you can pay rent and student loans, no more sponging."

Зефир празднует Новый год Сказать спасибо тем, кто сделал ваш год прекрасным Важно поблагодарить тех, кто сделал ваш год особенным! Говорите чаще спасибо - жизнь вам улыбнется!

Woh! What just happened?! I was stuck in a loop about watching all of Peter Lorre's movies to prove he was the best actor of the 20th century, bar none. That doesn't sound to unple

An entity aware of it's agency upon which it's reach at essence resolves the formative alienation. From this position a degree of pre-Being extrudes itself before actual Extrusion.

This is a tale about the most terrifying anglo-saxon monster to ever walk the earth. Well I say walk but this monster glides!

With the election winding itself down and finally some free-time, Mr. Rogers was ready to head to the voting booth, located in the same building as his, the library

When people learn no tools of judgment and merely follow their hopes, the seeds of political manipulation are sown.

If only I could die. If only I could descend into the emptiness of nothing. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my boss talk about the 3 hour procedure of draining his butt pimple.

The first thing I noticed, when I entered his room, was a picture of his sister. She died in an accident 3 years ago. It had been the epicenter of his breakdown. I had to hurry...

It is like this one time our bullfrog told us, "Frogs! 50 of you are going into the pond but only 25 of you are coming back". The other 49 and I froglets looked at each sure that w

My name is Ola. I'm 10.

Took my next left foot jump and bet it against that other thing I did in the past that you all are mad at me for, still. Only my pride covered my bet. Snake eyes never looked so g

Pack up your bags, grab your things, we're going off the edge of the earth.

As my dear brother lay sweating and pallid on the threshold, our mysterious lodger, whom I thought might murder us all, offered a healing lozenge. The wastemistress gasped and ran

If only there was a song for every room, every room a song, then there would be room for every song. A song for every rock, a rockstar for every song. Who thinks he’s a rockstar?

It snuck up on me, unaware, but as soon as its icy stream of abuse marched across the difficult-to-bend hairs on the back of my neck--down the 40 miles of bad road that is my spine

Wazu just recovered from the rough landing of his small space craft in the Kuwaiti desert. He looked at the glowing city skyline in the horizon, a strange city on a strange planet.