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.

Ivy was just your average teenager who just couldn’t catch a break. She wanted to become this outgoing girl but she was too shy until she met (YC.) which caused her to become more than out going. “God I just want to be noticed by someone.” She spoke softly to no one in particular

Real love is flying a box of Costco croissants halfway across the country for someone.

She kept her 3 favorite things lined up on the shelf above her bed - but as she looked at them now, she realized one was missing.

The cliff rose up, forbidding and brutal, and it was as if it had been waiting for me.

He was a man of many words - except for this time.

The fastest way to become ostracized by society is to care about other people. Case in point--I wear a respirator everywhere I go because in spite of everyone's massive denial, a pandemic is still happening, and people are continuing to get sick & disabled. Now everyone avoids me

I’d never felt so embarrassed in my life. I knew I should’ve lied.

I was going to change the world. My whole life I've felt like a powerless cog in this mess that passes as society. But all that changed the day I was visited by an demon. He offered me one wish, in exchange for my soul. I knew what I wanted. The power to turn water to ketchup.

Lucy’s family lived by one rule. NEVER STOP BEING HAPPY.

Just as the watermelon was about to grab her, Alessandra raised her axe and swung. With a definitive crack, the watermelon split in two. The pieces quivered on the stone floor, then stilled. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice the avocados, who had

“I suspected this,” muttered he, gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening and his mind becoming more troubled with each passing moment of this infuriating scenery.

I got up, dazed and confused. I looked around. I saw an angel to the left, and a cloud on the ground. I was sitting on a golden throne. "Who am I?" I asked the angel. The angel panicked. "What--what do you mean, my Lord?" "I don't know who I am." The angel gulped. "You are God."

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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.

All the Maynards were home for the holidays. Four generations and not a spare room in the house. While everyone settled in, Abraham, the patriarch, was in the kitchen making his famous dish: Driftwood Delight.

They can do anything that they want. They didn’t want to pry into it but they owned the phone. They wanted to set it back to manual setting.

Detective Kai Mueller wondered hesitantly through the empty house. Each sound making him jump. He had come here to just take a quick look. But now he was looking for what he thought was a human in the window. He regretted walking in here.

All I ever wanted was peace between fairies and humans. I never would have thought I’d fall for one. Hi I’m Sapphire I’m a fairy!

Dear diary, I lied.

I’m a dreamer. I always wanted to investigate a rainbow and make it answer for its evasiveness. I once took my jeep to chase a rainbow, eating dry lucky charms the whole way with a determined glint in my eye. “Damn leprechauns ruining everything for the rest of us…”

The endlessly flowing wine and tasty crudités were exceptional, but the finest thing about that evening was that none of the guests knew I was the killer.

I am James Javelin of the Javelin family. We're a family of Javelin throwers. But we don't throw Javelins for free. You gotta pay us a bunch of dollars.

Mrs Perkinson loved mayonnaise and and buttons, so she did what any old woman who lived alone in her 70s would do: She built statues with them. The mayonnaise hardened into a rock hard shell and the buttons were satisfying to click together. She built a castle out of them.

Hi, I am Jessica Ellen Barnum, How are you

The morning the witch decided to shed her skin like a lizard and become someone else, she prepared by

It was a private beach. He unlaced his shoes, peeled of his socks, and took it all in.

The tall walls of the enclosure surrounded me, cool gray concrete. When I went on a walk this morning I did not expect to find this beauty. An abandoned piping system, rusty electric boxes and claustrophobic inducing arches. Feels like home.