There were three mottos to live your life by in those times:

On Christmas morning Johnny rushed down the stairs, excited to see what Santa had left under the Christmas tree. Only what he saw under the tree,ruined all of his excitement!

I wanna live with a Cinnamon Girl.

If I saw ninety naked neighbours noisily navigate numerous networks in MY neighbourhood then I would surely

It was good to be back. Ninja Pope surveyed Milan from his penthouse, chewing on his lit Cuban, a nasty habit picked up in Nicaragua, where he'd been hiding. To get back into shape

Speak power to you. You soak it up. You get higher. You're transcendent. Let go and embrace it. Flow with the Flow to where it is going. Feel good. He happy. The captain asks that

I just cry.

Fold 1.

Archipelago. Hot as hell. He hated this poisonous tail of islands. But he was a war criminal. His tale was from a time before the world had come to its senses.

Mr. Quinn woke one morning. Except, inexplicably, it was night. He looked out his window. The sun was not up. The birds were not chirping. What in the world had happened?

By the time Emma reached the dormitory, she had a pounding headache. All she wanted to do was find her dorm room, drop off her things, and flop down on her bed for a long nap, but

I was walking through the woods one day, and I came to a fork in my path. No signs signified which road led to where. One path was dark, with trees growing up on each side, clawing

I ducked just in time. The neon pink paint ball which was clearly meant for me splattered right in Captain Spalding's face. He held his paintball gun over his head and yelled WAR!

They say that seminary is the cemetery for the faithful. It is black-suited, chain-wearing zombies that are sent back to the church and they wonder why the church is dying! Resurr

Al reviewed the year's results. Screen time:Reading, Goal 1:1. Result 6:1. Percent calories from protein, fat, carbs, Goal 20/40/40, Result 10/60/30. Hours of sleep per night, Goal

that middle something. it's not hot. it's not cold. it's not black. it's not white. that middle something. I know I said I was a DEAD END, but I am really that middle something.

"Stop!" I cried. "Please stop."

My friend the Vorlon barista said that coffee was not what I needed. "You have a hole in your mind and a hole in your heart. A bagel and roasted bean sauce won't solve that." He ha

It's awake, and it's crabby... Lobsterman!

Es el amor acaso una ilusión que no nos permite ver la realidad de la crueldad y lo macabro que es el mundo? Ésta quizá es la visión de alguien enfermamente desesperanzado