Bob entered the saloon, and hit his toe on a chair; he fell to the floor and grunted in agony.

The sun beat down on his scales as he raced across the dunes. Whatever he did, he couldn’t stop. “There!” A voice shouted. Darn. No point in trying to hide now. Shutting his eyes, he lets out a breath, feeling his clawed feet turn to paws. When his eyes open, he’s…

His name is Patrice Belanger, owner and operator of a media conglomerate that boggles the minds of stubborn elderly investors. His retort, it’s a catalogue of content, and today he wants to add an indie film studio owned by 72 year old Jack Ricks the meeting is about to begin…

Mess around and find out was always this rock stars motto and find out he did. Summit Peak lead singer would always mess around and anger people until one day he angered even his fans

The moon shine brightly in the sky as they crawled through the forest.

“The sun rose. It was a new day, and nothing would ever be the same on Earth again. The End.” Alice stood up from the computer and stretched, her shoulders tight. She looked out the window. “What the hel…” She peered closer. “It’s my story. Come true. This is bad. Real bad.”

She was fueled by fire, which really sucked since the whole town was made out of water.

Craig rips the phone off the receiver immediately at the first ring… “Talk to me” said Craig. The other line was silent for a second… “Sir, we lost the Saudi investment funding…” “You’re freaking kidding me, I’ll get the jet warmed up, I’m coming to close this…”

This story comes from the intricate minds of the ladies from Tuggeranong heights.

The old clock ticked softly in the quiet room. A single beam of moonlight stretched across the dusty floor, illuminating forgotten trinkets. Outside, a gentle wind rustled through the tall grass, a lonely whisper in the stillness of the night. It felt as if time had paused.

*Jerry looks at the creature. It had wide, leathery wings and skeletal bones in the sickly skin. A shroud of darkness surrounded it, and an aura of pure evil rolled off of it. Jerry shook his head.* "No, I've never seen a thing like this."

Mr. Nickel and Ms. Penny were both obsessed with their respective coins. Mr. Nickel had a house made of nickels and Ms. Penny had a house made of Pennies. Unfortunately, they were neighbors, and constantly argued with each other over which coin was superior.

Es war eine kalte Nacht, niemand wollte mehr auf die Strasse

He sat alone by the edge of the water, drawing lines in the wet sand. It was cold, the winter air biting at his skin and turning his lips blue, but it wouldn't stop him from coming here. His comfort place, especially when times were hard. And now he needed it more than ever.

People were running from something. Something big, something huge. I looked up and saw an asteroid coming straight towards me. Was this the end? Or was there a way to stop it. I hope there is, I had big dreams for my life. Dreams bigger than the asteroid.

Bill stepped up to the plate. He clenched his little slugger in his hands. “Go Bill!” he heard, while his heart pumped loudly.

Her cat Phoenix Puts his ass in my face I push him away No! She cries I want both of you One on either side

Ginger and Tyler rocketed down the sidewalk, zigzagging through the few pedestrians crazy enough to be walking around in the middle of the craziest race of the year. Both girls had one, single thing on their mind: This year, that prize is MINE.

Maria awoke out of a sound sleep with a start; as she tried to work out her unfamiliar surroundings and piece together how she had arrived there, she heard an ominous sound in the distance — a sound she had heard only twice before.

I caught myself again, teetering on the edge of digital damnation - Slipping into comment sections and allowing the venom to permeate through me.

As I arrived at the cold empty bar, with the only thing alive is the drunkard as the piano bar, I sat next to drown my sorrows, but then the door bell rang.

The song filled the darkness. grandma used to play this. beyond this dream, she sat beside my hospital bed, playing it for me one last time as they prepared to finally let me go. I closed my eyes, laid my seat back and listened. And suddenly, the city was even darker.

Juniper Sraye loves the feeling of rain slicking her skin. She loves the way the rain leaves the scent of dew sticking to the air. Even on the worst day of her life, she finds comfort in the thunderstorm.