My name is LaFandaNiquanda, and this is my story.

Get out of my face Sabu, can't you see I have

Carol stared at the bags of frozen peas, wondering where her life had gone. Gerard Butler sidled up to her in the freezer section naked, except for a green tartan kilt. "I love you

In those days, people texted while walking, while driving, while riding. They looked at their hands but did not wake from the dream. The missed the night the sky was decorated with

I have a serious question:

It's not even a question of 'if', but really 'how often' do you see something that you know is there and then you look again and it's gone, or changed. That's

Dopestrong and Alberto Cuntador raced in the Tour De Dope to gain fame and fortune. The competition in men's road racing was tough and sponsors paid

I wanna be a brilliant geezer. It's what I aspire to. Right now I'm working on having enough life changing experiences. The tricky part really is surviving into old age to tell abo

Hey. My name is Donovan. Well, I have a title now, but I still can't get the hang of it. Something about being called Blackblade just feels weird.

"Num ninho de mafagafos,tem sete mafagafinhos...Quando a mafagafa guinfa,guinfam os sete mafagafinhos."

She was there when Big Willie won the Pulitzer. She stuck with him when he lost it all. But Big Willie was a horse and she was crazy.

It was time for the Bimillennial Dinosaur conference on Godwana. King Tyrranosaurus gave a fiery speech warning of the invasion of furry teeted night crawlers. Pantydraco laughed

It was a dark and stormy night. As frozen snowflakes beat against the lead windows, Kris Kringle was dipping his wick in Mrs. Claus's hot bubbling wax.

"Pick up food here"

"Did you hear the one about the solipsist and the palimsest?" I replied that I had not. "well, you see, there was once a solipsist who owned an original manuscript of Neitsche.

Sometimes, I sit and think about all the things that need to be written. The words flow down my arms, over my elbows and through the ends of my fingers to emerge outside my body on

The postcard said: Meet me at the Bleeding Heart, Holborn. Don't wear a coat and bring the book with you - Dmitri.

Wild animals are fantastic. Love 'em. But when a male cricket begins stridulating within my premises, my domocile, my castle, it's war. That insect's going down. He could be Jiminy

One slow motion step forward...now I'm closing my eyes. This is it

Can —— you — — — hear — — — — ...me? The voice called out, darkness around, static echoing, distress settling in.