She was dripping with sarcasm, fragrant oils and very little else. It was how he liked to see his girlfriend, but she would do for the night instead. If his clothes had been

The halloween candy bucket still lay at his feet as he gazed over the array of corpses that lay in a pattern consistent with the general arc of his scream. Banshee? What did that

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The bird fluttered onto my window sill and pecked away at my will to live. Each knock on the window pane was a reminder of the tequila I'd hoped to forget, but she was there, so

They don't know that I'm watching them. I see everything they do. And I can hear everything they say. I've been spying on them since

Billy wanted the torment to end. He told his AV club colleagues and faculty sponsor that the video Sam had secretly made of him while he wore his wrestling uniform needed to

She has a habit of tasting other people's food without their permission. It wouldn't be so bad if she'd order herself more than a glass of water before filling up on our samples.

As she walked down the all too familiar corridors of the HS, it amazed her that the faces all looked so familiar, yet she didn't know any of them. Could it be that there is one set

Why can't we combine toilets in showers? Just think, no need for toilet paper, the sound of water covering the flatulence and saving you the embarrassment of showing face after

Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!

It was Friday which meant that it was trash day. When I went out to my dumpster I heard a noise that sounded like a baby crying. I peeped into the nasty rubbish and found

With hands in the jacket pockets to escape the autumn chill, I walked briskly to the dip in the road. No traffic this morning. Hardly ever is; only the Rosentraders and I live

The sound of resonating crystal began at 3:33 am. The glass next to my bed, half full of wine vibrated and rang. I noticed, along it's edge a trail of fleeting condensation, as if

"Coffee - and Irish it up for me," said the man in the bright blue jump suit. He didn't strike the waitress as

Her name was Ziva and we were sitting indian-style, holding hands under the most gorgeous red sunset I had ever seen when suddenly

Sepia toned, haunting lullabies poured forth from a steely guitar while the brassy voice of the singer stirred us.

Steve walked wearily down the street, his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, Machine guns ready to

It all started with a thump. Then a ding. And a swish. Next a fromp and a womp womp. It was terribly unimaginative but

"Have excess bodily fluids? Donate to the Red Cross!" she reads over the PA system during homeroom. I pause, then

Our story begins as such. Around Thanksgiving I was to supply the turkey for my family. It was of large stature to be honest. Hell I don't how I got it in the house to begin with.