I just got my Android. However, an history of awesomness before i get the damn Android is inevitable to listen to. Well, i was here, at the bar, drunk, talking with friends, when

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He slept under the covers for the first time since the ghost had been busted. That moment where he'd felt safe under the covers, then seen a ghost beneath had ruined his safe place

It was a gritty scene - like a train wreck. Everybody wanted to look away but nobody could pull themselves to. The detective decided a prognosis was in order. "It appears this man

There once was a boy from Madras. He always came last in class.

My name is Bob, and i live in a corrupted city with no name. Bob started to run away from the pineapple gang when suddenly Bob stumbled onto a

Among the relics found at the Beatles auction was one slightly used portable hole from the Yellow Submarine movie. It was bought by

"List of Things I Have to Do Today" 1. Scrub the toilet 2. Do my laundry 3. Walk Fido 4. Find out what I have in the refridgerator and make dinner 5. Find the car keys I lost last

Last night I came up with this awesome idea for a FoldingStory. It was funny, insightful, and had limitless direction. But then I forgot what it was. It was probably something like

When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle

He stared up at the high-tension wires. A bird landed and promptly combusted. It was all falling into place. "THAT is how they are controling my brain! THAT IS WHY

Forgive m,e my lord, tonight's dinner was made by the mad clown Springy. I'm afraid it's a bit

It was just me and Budweiser on Green Street, waiting for the girls to show. Johnny Cash was singing about roses and

This new art app is just a reminder people are too lazy for words. They only want pictures. I have no talent. I just blew seven dollars on making myself miserable all over again.

There once was a man from Nantucket

I didn’t want to get out of the car and go back in the house. My rust colored El Camino’s battery was in the fifteenth round and was against the ropes pissing blood.

He took one last look at everything. His misty, olive green eyes scanned the area. The old ladder leading up to the treehouse. The ducks playing in the lake. Everything. What he

The fletcher handed a silver tipped arrow to him. They'd never hit their mark, but they had to appear valuable enough that they would not be wasted when the sheriff came to check

I am a Son of Amber, living in the wrong world. My Trumps destroyed, my smartphone dashed, my pow'rs enfeebled, I await my fate in this opaque and arbitrary excuse of a world, as

He had bed-head, tight jeans, a McGriddle gut, and an iphone. He ordered a Venti Mocha Latte and paid with a "gift card." His belt had studs in it. A knotted handkerchief clung to