The toy soldiers marched onward. Their tiny

The toy soldiers marched onward. Their tiny wooden legs creaking as they moved. Their objective was clear. Their mission had been set. Little Timmy had to die.

though little timmy was only two months of age his time was up. so

his parents prayed and prayed for little Timmy, and God has worked his miracle. Little Timmy was given another chance to continue his life on earth. So his parents

rejoiced in awe and trust of His refuge and faithfulness! Hugging and kissing Little Timmy, both the mother and father had no other holding thought that could capture their hearts

other than the fact that they hadn't updated their facebook status this whole time. Not to mention their twitter feeds. How would anyone know? Would this moment be lost to

the sands of time? I rushed for a computer, hoping against hope that I could update it myself and the moment wouldn't disappear forever the same way

that "new car" smell seems to disappear forever. I tried to update the profile but was thoroughly stymied by a

disturbingly aggressive attitude from the corresponding anti-file - there was one near miss where they nearly met and annihilated each other. Nevertheless, I was eventually able to

was really bad with maps. I heard a voice "Use the scent, Luke..." I inhaled. A pungent wet Wookie smell permeated the air. Soon I found my comrades in the garbage compactor.