Some might judge me for eating a Jimmy Dean pancake on a stick (much less 3 of them) while I sit in my bath, but I stopped caring about what other people think a millennia ago when I was surrounded by people who didn’t even take baths because soap was witchcraft or some nonsense.

Mason Howard was a dentist who loved the library. He would always read books and check as many books as possible.

A long time ago, In a land called Kentucky, There once lived a man, Who wasn't very lucky, And one day he fell, Right into a well, And his situation was very yucky.

What else would you expect to happen with a bunch of family members with digestive issues, living under one roof, eating unfamiliar foods, in a house with precarious plumbing? Fireworks, right? I was in my room having trouble sleeping when I heard the first toilet lid slam.

There are 5 rules to keeping your wife happy, my father told me. Mom always seemed content, so I've come to believe they must be true. 1) Keep her laughing. 2) Friday is bouquet day. 3) Don't buy the cheap gin. 4) Never underestimate the power of a whispered sweet nothing. And 5)

“No no, not PGA, P “D” GA,” the director said. All the guests, in their finest tweed and suede, looked positively indignant. “This is the Professional Disc Golf Association,” the director continued. “I’m so sorry to disappoint you all.”

My cell phone suddenly crashed. When it started up again, there was only this long binary number on the screen: 010100110111010101100010011011010110100101110100. Then the car wouldn’t start. The same number scrolled across the digital dashboard. What the hell was going on?

One would think that a name like Ignacio Cumberbottomwich would be a social curse, never mind that the boy who it belonged to was also several latitudes south of both handsome or clever. But Ignacio was wealthy so none of those things mattered.

Josh paced back and forth. He had never felt more nervous in his life. He knew Olivia loved him, but would she be ready for marriage? He felt in his pocket for the fifth time that afternoon, as if the ring would have magically disappeared while he was waiting for her.

"No!” I shouted. “You can’t leave! Not now!” But my cries were barely audible over the roar of the sirens. My vision was blurred by tears. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to run after the ambulance and tell the doctors that he would be okay, but I knew he wouldn't.

I stand at the bottom of the stone steps and look up. Ridgegate Academy is tall and wide, almost grand, with pillars and columns reminiscent of old Roman architecture. I look around at the other students. Some are like me. Others are sitting and talking in groups.

I can’t stop thinking about the boy next door. He moved into town a few weeks ago and hasn’t said one word to me. He seems to live by himself and doesn’t talk much. I often see him playing with his golden retriever in his front yard or reading on his porch while the sun sets.

I’m fascinated by our mailman. His laid back drawl reminds me of Hank the Cowdog and it’s impossible not to picture him loping across the high plains. He drops bon mots on you that seem childishly simple at first and then cut your heart as you lay awake at night.

The funny thing about everyone loving you is that you’ll never feel more alone once you’ve arrived there. You smile and laugh and accept the slaps on your back in good stride, but the moment things get quiet you start to feel the room expand and the despair creep in.

Page 2678. The last page of the book Jennie had been trying to finish for about a year now. She takes a deep breath and begins to read- just then, she hears a loud banging noise coming from outside her window. “Not the time.”

“So this is how I die.” You stare up at the dimming fluorescent lights of the diner. You feel the chunk of burnt waffle lodged in your windpipe. It hurts, but there doesn’t seem to be much your body can do about it other than cough and spasm, which it’s doing less and less of.

I waited with bated breath as the sky turned into crimson red and the air turned from feathers into daggers. She did it, she single handedly ended the world. Not a single one of us heroes could stop her either. Then, my mind started to go blank, the world dark as my mind was take

You wake up to find yourself surrounded by orange walls and gigantic pieces of candy. You then look up in horror to see your gigantic sister looking down at you from an opening above. “ trick or treat my little candy brother..” she says. She then giggles and reaches in slowly.…..

Ethel was displeased. How Aaron could’ve forgotten to do the laundry 16 days in a row was simply beyond her ken. “I’ll give him one more day,” she said. “But no more!”

In der Erwartung, ein Schmetterling zu werden, in der Hoffnung, große Flügel wachsen zu lassen und zu vermeiden, Frühstück, Mittag- oder Abendessen zu werden, entschied sich Mushy, eine Delikatesse für Blauvögel, von den Unterseiten der ausgewählten Blätter zu mampfen.

“FACKORFFFF!” - he leant forward stretching his neck, revealing tendons, face red, mouth wide. “FACKORR-GMPHH!” - suddenly his head was replaced with a giant

Sleep is for the weak - those who don’t have a newborn and a six year old, those who wouldn’t survive 3 hours of sleep a night, spending countless more hours staring into the darkness, questioning their life choices. I am a mighty warrior, fueled by caffeine and forward momentum.

You woke up and realised that it wasn't your room and it scared you so much that you were paralysed while the fire was burning everything around you. You came out of there after several minutes frozen by panic. At the end of the corridor there was a person hiding in the flames...

How am I here? In this place. My tears are long gone, as too is my mental flipbook of faces, which I can no longer recall. I see an object, it looks familiar but what is it!? People are near me, I don't know who they are. I don't know how long I have been here. The walls are cold