There's nothing on the telly except crying Scots.

Maddie, desperate for a way to pass the time, has started a FoldingStory with her three friends, Becky, Leeden, and Haley.

"If you derail this fold, Santa Claus dies." Gun pointed at Santa, I had gotten desperate. If saving FoldStory from derailed narratives meant destroying Christmas, then so be it.

When I made an involuntary exit from anesthesia I was disturbed to discover my surgeon, Dr. Mallard wearing google glass and googling appendectomy whilst elbow deep in my giblets.

Jimmy Crow was one with pretty much everyone. Unlike other ghostwriters, he dressed as his clients and took their wives to dinner. Today's assignment was for a Teen Zine journalist

It was February. It was hot. The polar bears were darn right lethargic. I don't know where they got the guitars from or the drum set. "Outta theys Ass." That was their one hit. Two

It only took four days to make it to the top of the valley. Although we had very little supplies, we were confident that this journey wouldn't be in vain.

One day, all of my favorite people arrived at my house. I was so surprised and happy all at the same time. I knew just what we should do.

My weapon of choice: the blunderbuss. Just a fool careening blindly through the pitch, blasting and bussing any damn thing in my way. That's the way to do it. I remember

This could only mean one thing: The game is afoot. This was going to require some strategy if we wanted to make it out alive. The first thing we'll have to do is...

At 4, Sezu was taken from an orphanage by a mysterious man to an underground facility. Trained in martial arts for 12 years to become a perfect assassin, she is now known as… Nomi.

I wanted her to like me so much. Then she said, "You're cute." Alright. "The way the potato chip crumbs are lodge in your belly rolls." Damn.

You wanna call me up? Take my number down It's 222-2222 I got an answering machine that can talk to you It goes Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your n

“These are humans Tal, useless pieces of shit that we use for fuel. No one feels bad for squishing a few insects.”

There were bite marks in the cheese. It was 4.45am and icy cold. Also, 3 hardboiled eggs were missing, presumed eaten and a hole'd been taken out of the cooking brandy. Mariella

He was scanning the want ads & found it under a picture of Shaka Zulu riding an Alpaca. It read "Adventurous souls with no attachments or moral ballast. Expedition to sulphurous

I am standing in the middle of the street playing hide and seek with the moon through the trees. The hum of the world tonight includes tankers hauling crude and Laredo traffic.

He opened the brochure: Welcome to the Clam-net. We are a decentralized organization devoted to finding you the tastiest clams from around the world.

It was the kind of speech that awakens passion you didn't know you had, that makes you say, "The front lines? No biggie." I filled my quiver and charged, one klutzy archer against

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