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.

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.

Cheating exes are a bit like Google. Useful until they annoy you with their constant tracking your location. No, my ex isn't a stalker. He's just...

Dakota was a part time pilot but later became a full time bodyguard. today was a normally day, the sun was out and the sky was blue. though his normal day was about to change when he saw a abandoned lake house...

Life being glass shards. The story written by you. Look in your mirror.

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

Just when she thought the book had ended, she found another chapter under her kitchen floor.

Ariana had only one hope for getting anything done for the day. And that was the magic pill she had awaiting her on her desk.

“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.

She’d never seen or heard of this drink before, but the moment she saw it, she had to try it. It had thin slices of banana, espresso, foamed milk, a mix of spices. The rim of the glass was coated with thick crystals of raw sugar. It was glorious!

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!

I stare out in to the city, knowing this could go terribly wrong. Getting ready to jump off the plane, I have no fear I was taught not to. The light turns red and the pilot gives me a thumbs up to go...

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

Hiding out in the cosy attic the wind howling outside. Maren

The night I set fire to Mr. Wallace’s barn, there was no moon at all…

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

The trees bent aside in spite of the forest as Zombiefoot strode out from the darkness and that was only Monday!

He only liked wearing socks when they were full of holes.

When she touched the gold earrings, they turned silver.

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.