Deep in Crystal Lake, Jason waits. In his morbid evil brain he ponders his unlife. Perhaps, he should go out for a sandwich.

In the Zenbook™ halls, the zen students pounded their laptops on their chest while chanting "less is more". Master Shih strode in for his motivational powerpoint presentation.

Skip the Skunk skipped skittishly to school, singing skunkish songs. "You've changed your tune, Skip!" One passerby was heard to say. Skip replied "

Richard Brandly Jr. barhopped for the last 3 years. He'd visited the Icebar in Yukkasyarvi, the Faraday in Antarctica, the Baobab Tree Bar in South Africa, but his next destination

One day Taylor was walking through the cold snow to reach his eight o'clock class, which started in five minutes. He was halfway there when the wind picked up and blew off his hat.

A severed zombie head lay in the field next to him, moaning "brains' breathlessly to itself. To his right, a fiery jet of magma shot into the air, pooling in a small kitchen sink.

So IF by the time this story ends, MoralEnd has over 10,000 points, everyone on FoldingStory is going to Hawaii to celebrate this great milestone in FS history. If he doesn't,

And the man continued to rant at the students. He was angry. Very angry. For what reason? I did not know. I just sat in the back of the class and watched the teacher complain.

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It was a dark and stormy night which is unusual considering it was three o'clock in the afternoon and not a cloud in the sky. The air was thick with humidity and the weatherman was

This Splung named Pungo Boondoofus dropped a frosted Phobusicle next to the earthlings rover and they imaged it. It's just a matter of time before they analyse it. What will we do?

Somewhere, & you'll never figure out where, a wolf is playing a game. His username is lacking an 'e' & his contributions are weird, spontaneous, & explosive.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single wiener dog in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

I felt the slithering sensation up my leg. But it was too late.

Hoover was able to make a scale model of the Kremlin out of used

Tim lived in a rundown cinder-block walk-up known to most of the adults in Huntsville as "that goddamn eyesore on Maple Street" and to all of the children as "the murder tower."

The wild west saloon fell silent when Baby crawled in. Gun hand at his hip, Snake-eyes Muldoon spoke in whiskey throated baby-talk "Ain't you a cute widdle oobity-boo? Yes you are!

"Beware, Zombie Bob is going to eat us all!" I looked up from my ice-cream cone to stare at the guy as he continued to run through the mall screaming, "Run, run!"

The falling snow deadened all sound and made the silence softer. In the garden, a magpie swooped down and picked up a dead mouse the cat had left on the path. In my warm bed I lay

I have a spotty dog. However many times I try to count the spots, I always lose count, what with the struggling, around the stomach area. I called the Samaritans helpline.