The crystal ball lit up the walls with a

The crystal ball lit up the walls with a rainbow of stars. Their eyes locked on one particular constellation and deep within it, saw another set peering back. He fumbled for his

his Zima and spilled it on the crystal ball. It shorted, cracked and poof a smoke went up. Then it was dark. The lights went on and Fred was standing by the door. He saw them. They

were exiting the Disneyland Haunted Mansion after the crystal-ball-beheaded medium had

shocked every single one of them by showing them naked pictures of himself molesting baby gremlins, thus revealing his true identity. Nobody could have imagined how a fully grown

pedophile would take such a liking to another species. It's not as if they resembled humans anyway. The group were shocked by this 'art', but tried to offer constructive criticism

"It's . . . good." said a man in a black suit. "I mean, technically speaking. I don't think his anus should be quite so high up." A few others attempted to offer critique, but

did anyone really care? By the time you're at the 9th movie in the series, you've guaranteed the purchases of series' fans and nobody else. Beethoven could stick his ass

up Edward Cullen's cunt and no one would care except... actually, I'd probably buy that. But just to see how the hell it would work. Don't judge. But besides that, no one cares

about sticking things in male vampire vaginas, except the people on foldingstories.com. What a pile of degenerates. But besides them, no one cares

that I was born this way. Wiping my sweaty hand off on my XXL sweatpants, I logged onto the Twilight fanfic board to begin my Magnum Opus.