This is a test.

All's fair in love and war.

Capital Idea. I'd soon be hobnobbing with Bollywood starlets. Indians liked snow but the cold, brrrr. My patented ToastySnow™ already covered the landfill slopes outside Mumbai

The teacher rocketed into the room. She was screaming and saliva squirted out of her mouth and hit me on the face. It was disgusting. I don't care who she thinks she is - that was

Just so you know, I am narrating again. I told my reflection in the monitor next to my head that he, meaning me, should really go do those dishes that he started on this morning.

Something weird happened to me today. I was sitting at work when I noticed a doorway appear out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look at the doorway, it disappeared.

She looked down at her father's grave. She had tears in her eyes. A frown that could make the devil cry riddled her face. She broke down and wept, saying

"You know, it's crazy how we finish each other's..."

The broken promises didn't bother her as much as the broken heart but they didn't help when they started coming around to get paid. A re-compensation, they called it. I still had

He gulped down his last swig of Maalox and then he champed down on his last piece of candy cigarette. As the early morning sun captured his eyes, all expression escaped from his

I was paralyzed. All I could do was watch the ghostly white Count open his maw to drink the blood from my neck but when I saw his teeth, instead of two sharp fangs, two cashews

Wilfred Brimley scowled at the children at the table. "Eat your Goddam oatmeal!" he spat, spraying bits of Jimmie Dean sausage & scrambled egg across the table into their terrified

Ladies and Gentlemen, are you tired of Disco Clowns stealing the pies off your windowsills? Then try new Chuckle Acid™, the spray that dissolves clowns in seconds. Just spray and

today was a day to remember. I heard the word

You can't blame Sidney for farting as a defence against unspeakable dread. It gave her courage & distance from the unfolding carnage & the retched smell kept the killer at bay

Amy, being a junior cartographer, mapped out the house in crayon. She'd never been in her parents' room, but she'd heard impassioned screaming. "Here be dragons!" she scribbled

`Dripping blood` was always on Cassie mind. The image of blood is the only image that comes to mind when remembering her past, the days before she came to live with the Shelton`s

Morgan Freeman looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Morgan Freeman was Morgan Freeman but he was so lonely. He needed to find someone to love him.

Dusting off his new leather jacket, Kiran winked at the curvy waitress approaching him. He had always been a flirt. "Have a seat at table 10", she said cautiously.

There's a reason the Tour de France is called the Tour de France. Because it supposed to happen in FRANCE. Not in London on a MONDAY. Oh the gridlock hell of it all. Bloody French.