Do you know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? Well I do and boy do I have a story about how I met him. It was a fairly boring day, as Mondays usually are, and I was driving to work when suddenly a Muffin delivery truck ran a red light in front of me and crashed into a wall

We were in the sketchiest part of town. The doors opened and the scent of beer, stale pizza and tobacco permeated into our souls. The sign said music instrument swap, but this was by no means an adequate description. Two hookers, looking thicc and fot immediately hit on us. Weird

I’m Mark Hamill, but you can call me Dr. Hamill. That Star Wars character? Not related. Welcome to my office. Every patient in here has a unique story, and I reply to each and every one of them with “Interesting”. Let’s start our therapy session, shall we?

When I looked in the mirror I knew the wig wouldn’t fool anyone. I looked at the plethora of makeup products strewn on the counter, the fashion magazines open as guides and sighed. After all the money and time I’d spent it was time to realize I was never going to be able to be

When the water began seeping under the door, Jack knew he was in trouble. He tried the door again, more forcefully this time, but to no avail. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He turned and looked around the dim room, searching for

If you knew, where and when to look for, you could see it. Different people see it differently, it doesn't depend on wit. For me it could be an old, friendly man, and for you, a black shade. To some it can be a worried child, and to some of beautiful promises made.

Denise approached the wide, rapid river with an apprehension like none she’d ever known. Behind her, the rest of her party watched as she knelt on the bank and raised her palms to the sky. She was glad her back was to them so they could not see the fear on her face as she began

The castle was extremely damp. Human feces could be smelled everywhere. A rat scurried away as a feminine shadow approached a wooden door. The woman held her breath.

Her eyes were about to close out of tiredness. She sat deep in her armchair, watching a show from a small television. The trailer around her creaked once in a while. It was nighttime. A loud falling noise made the woman jump in panic. She looked around to see, what was the cause.

The only animal that could have made made the bite that killed Frank Floss was a saber-toothed tiger.

The screaming had finally stopped. James crawled to the window and carefully raised himself up from the floor and peeked out the dingy pane. Outside dusk was falling, and a light snow had begun to coat the trees and buildings. James licked his dry, cracked lips and shivered. He

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I swim through the oceans, I swim through the skies. Water and air are not so different, it’s just a matter of density. And of course, like you, I swim through time.

I ran through the hallways trying to get to class. It seemed like one of those scenes in a movie where the main character is comically late. But it wasn’t I was a mess. A real life mess.

“A hero’s journey is long and winding, but a hero always finds the way,” my mother read. “That’s the end of the story, Anya. Good night.” After she left, I pulled out the book and stared at the picture of the hero and her friends, wishing I could be one of them.

I had always been an unremarkable demon. I came from a proud bloodline of many a well known incubus that had seduced some of the major players in history in order to alter its’ flow, but I was stuck with only the ability to ask charming questions and receive a truthful answer.

Crunch. The bug bit into its snack once more, covering yet keeping in time with the ticking of the clock it was captured in. It gleefully eyed the nearing death of the minute spider. Whenever the spider died, a new snack appeared out of nowhere and it would start its 60-bite meal

You think you know me. But I’ve fooled you with my ordinary clothing and passive manner. I want you to think I’m weak, submissive. I want to gain your trust. If you only knew

It was the weirdest plant Charlotte had ever seen- and she’d seen many in her 22 years as a Master Gardener. First of all, it seemed to have appeared from nowhere- one morning it was just...there, about two feet tall in the middle of a row of dahlias, with bluish leaves and spiny

Listen, kid. The world isn't what it seems to be. Never was. Not until those blasted plants started strangling people and taking over the world. How they got so strong, why they're doing this now isn't clear. But one thing's for sure. We became their slaves, hoping that

Frank woke up, squinting at the sunlight filtering through the drapes. He did not recognize the room. Looking at the decor, he decided it must be a motel room. He was wearing pajamas he did not own, but they fit. The thing he couldn't explain was the dead zebra in the other bed.

My plan..eating 100 burgers in 3 minutes. That was no easy task, I barely eat one burger in 15 minutes. But I need to train, I need to focus...This is important...

"You're insane!" The polished British accent of the victim doesn't faze you as you let out an evil laugh, starting off the bomb. You're one of the ones who always manages to get on the wrong side of the MI6 for no reason, after all. "Who cares! The world is already crazy anyway."

Sara strode up the hill. Malik struggled to keep up with her. She reached the crest of the hill, slightly out of breath, perspiration beading on her brow. She lifted one hand to shield her eyes from the sun. On the other side of the hill, Sara saw the source of the strange noise.

Wheaties. Olives. Spaghetti. Garbanzo Beans. AAA batteries. All-purpose flour. Toilet paper. Scissors. Sugar cookies. Advil. Dishtowels. Dark chocolate. Tomato paste. Peanut butter. Saltines. Heavy-duty trash bags. Maraschino cherries. Soy sauce. Shoelaces.

It was the morning after. Those of us who made it through gathered in the square. We were dirty, frazzled, and tired. One might call us she’ll shocked. But we knew one thing for certain:

As the sun set over the rocky horizon, Joe fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed of the city and his mother baking cookies. In his sleep his stomach growled. It had been many days since he’d eaten a meal or drunk anything but the brackish water he found along the trail. He woke to

Bucky loved trees, like all beavers. Unlike most beavers, he loved trees best when they were alive and growing. Bucky desperately wanted to find a way to build a damn without killing any trees.

Peter is name my...problem a have I...backwards speak I...me understand to difficult Is...alone so feel I. Me help!

"Did I ever tell you about my 47 children?"