Elliot’s foot tapped furiously on the hardwood. Whatever the results were would change the trajectory of his life. His mother sat across from him, stone-faced as ever. He could see her silently praying. She did that when she was nervous.

I live in a world where most people willingly become zombies because "everyone else is doing it & they seem fine." And yet that is the world I live in. I have stayed inside, fearing for my life because I don't want to become a zombie, and people think I have some mental illness.

Yes I fondly reminisce of the times we shared. It is not often I find a genuine soul who cares for me and recognizes I too have a soul. It was an enthralling melding of two people which I rarely if ever experience. I miss that person and wish to see them once more.

The students stumbled out of the underground library like a horde of academic zombies.

On a weekend hike, Gregory finds a forgotten cabin. "Do you think anyone still lives here?" he wonders aloud, peering through the dusty window.

Era quase meio-dia. Pedro, estudante da Unicamp, não aguentava mais esperar pelo almoço. Sua

“Are you going to hurt me?” Charli peeped, cowering behind the shelf. She eyed the tall man, noting how his features seemed to sharpen as he lifted his hat to meet her gaze. She wondered if she should start running, though her thoughts were interrupted by the man’s response.

The Bronx office was chaos. It was the last night of the month. One third of the staff was out with the new rat flu variant. There were rolling brownouts all over the borough. There was a triceratops loose on Tremont Boulevard.

Sometimes in life you’re overwhelmed by choices, to the point of paralysis. Right now, you find yourself in the opposite situation. There is only one choice. It won’t be fun, but it’s the only thing you can do. You’ve wracked your brain and don’t see another option.

In a world where people had naturally purple hair, could levitate at least 3 inches off the ground, and surgically removed their fangs to avoid piercing their own lips - I had nothing. Nothing to contribute and nothing to stand for. A “Normie”. With not much to fight for.

The Baguette Boys had pulled off 12 perfect pastry heists in a row. The next one would be their baker’s dozen. It needed to be a spectacular score, and hopefully big enough for them to retire from carbohydrate larceny. What would it be?

Once upon a time in the happiest trek, in the happiest Forest lived the happiness creatures the world has ever know the trolls.

“Well look who it is!”, he shouted. “You buttered crumpet! You double stuffed sandwich cookie! You greasy lemon, you pig in an electric blanket, you shredded clam salad, you!” Blushing, I said, “yes, what is it?” He coughed, then said, “well how are you?”

From the moment Kaily could walk & speak, her parents tried to spark something in her. They tried everything. Potions & spells to awake any magic inside her. But nothing. She grew up watching her sister use water magic to wash the dishes, seeing her sister, she felt… powerless…

So welcome to today's channel. We will be investigating the strange sights at Tokyo. We have a special guest tonight: Romeo Lucci!

She wondered what life was like under the living room table.

Carter ran up and down the grocery store aisles frantically. "Come on, come on, where is it?" He muttered under his breath.

“Reena, you locked the door, right?” Max whispered as they huddled underneath the table. He watched as she swallowed hard, then turn to look at him. “Reena?” “No,” she whispered, hugging his arm tightly. At that moment, the door flew from its hinges, skidding across the room.

The flashlight flickered, then the cave was engulfed in darkness. A chill ran down her spine as she strained to hear any sound in the deafening silence.

The man risked his life for a bag of pretzels.

I was on my way to the shop when I first heard a high, eerie, beautiful sound. At first I thought it was a bird, then an instrument. As the sound developed into a tune, I realized it was a voice. I was frozen in my tracks on the sidewalk. I couldn’t do anything but listen.

It had taken years of work, over a decade of evenings and weekends and spare hours. His attic studio was littered with failures, attempts, and spare parts. He had finally built it: the hologram zipper! Now he just needed

I was a man who had written many stories, but had not a single finished story. A fault that brought me down more than I’d like to admit.

Vash and Cassidy, vash died while bounty hunting and Cassidy thought he just left and they knew each other for 1 and a half years before vash died

Barry Gibb paced in BGHQ. “It’s not fair! We, as The Bee Gees, have been saving lives with our music for 50 years now. But those Beach Boys do it once and get all the glory!” Maurice put a hand on his shoulder, saying “take it easy, brother. It’s not about the press.”

Until, well, the studio audience fell down. So did the host. And the floor, and then it was over. Where was I? A sign was in front of me, that was for sure. “Welcome to the Void. Terrible name, I know, considering you are in a room right now. I’m just the copy editor!”

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The whole family gathered around the fire for our seasonal burning of dried cornstalk. While my brothers and sisters were captivated by the swirling glow, my eyes were captured by the sky. Beyond the field of golden rye, a buzzard circled the pasture.

Once upon a time, there lived a wizard called Brian. Brian liked to practice magic and invent new spells to test on his passionless wife, Kathleen. One spring day, he had his greatest idea yet, a love spell.

They say that hell is other people, which turns out to be literal given the number of people I see below. You can’t see the ground in this valley of Hell because of all the people in it. I sigh and begin hiking down the slope.