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

Once upon a time in the happiest trek, in the happiest Forest lived the happiness creatures the world has ever know the trolls.

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…

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...

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

When she touched the gold earrings, they turned silver.

“Reena, you locked the door, right?” Max whispered as they huddled underneath the table. He watched as she swallowed hard, then turn to look at him. “Reena?” “No,” she whispered, hugging his arm tightly. At that moment, the door flew from its hinges, skidding across the room.

The man risked his life for a bag of pretzels.

Once upon a time, two siblings were exploring the forests and found something mysterious...

Her intuition said no but her curiosity wanted to check it out.

I am a horse, almost 15 years old now. A human, previously. I remember how my human life ended yet do not recall my early years as a foal. I think in English though I can only verbalise using whinnies and snorts. This sounds ridiculous, but I have recently discovered that I can

I was on my way to the shop when I first heard a high, eerie, beautiful sound. At first I thought it was a bird, then an instrument. As the sound developed into a tune, I realized it was a voice. I was frozen in my tracks on the sidewalk. I couldn’t do anything but listen.

It had taken years of work, over a decade of evenings and weekends and spare hours. His attic studio was littered with failures, attempts, and spare parts. He had finally built it: the hologram zipper! Now he just needed

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.

Suddenly, the tower of empty Oreo containers toppled to the ground.

So It’s about midnight. You’re in bed, lying next to someone who you once loved more than anyone else. But well, I guess we all know that fire is gone. And you’re still lost an alone. Most exciting thing for you, is the 9 to 5 that you truly hate. That just must be sad!

I remember he was here once, I remember a time we'd never bow to TRAITORS I remember a time where those of us who fought the good fight would win and evil would loose but, I remember, was he as good and Heroic as we remember him or were we the true enemies to the el-da-rin people

He grabbed the dices, shook them and threw them on the carpet. He looked at me, smiled and pointed at the first die he looked at. It had a symbol of a cat on it. "Once upon a time there was this sad, lone lion" he started the story. "Your turn" he said. Which dice should I pick?

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.

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

They sat in a circle, legs crossed and arms outstretched. In the center was a comb, a brush, and a tub of pomade. "We beseech you, please grant our wishes for glorious body hair. Grant us the mustaches, beards, and back hair we seek. Please, Hairy Fairy, work your magic upon us!"

There’s a place about a mile or so from here, up the hill through the woods and past the big pond with reeds all around. A little stone house, used to be pink but most the paint has peeled away, roof fell through and the garden is more like a jungle these days. Most folk know why

The waters were calm yet the clouds heavy in the evening sky. The reverberation of the ship’s engines penetrating. “Norwegian battleship eight kilometres four degrees north sir! It has a barcode on the hull!”. “Aye Lieutenant, you know why?”. “No sir!”. “So they can Scandinavian”

There is this presence in the house. I cannot quite put my finger on it, but sometimes I do sense it. The atmosphere just changes drastically, all of the sudden. If I have visitors, they don't notice it themselves. I'm not sure, should I worry, ignore or do something about it...

“What else?” I asked Charlene. “I’ve got the flour, mayo, artichoke hearts, sun dried tomato.” She nodded. “And don’t forget the knife sharpener, and the nylon rope.” I hate the holidays.

Fact No. 4675: In Icelandic culture a Fürdugøl is a mischievous spirit that often manifests in deep woodland during the moon’s waxing phase. It is a strange looking creature, not entirely dissimilar to a large bear but distinguished by its unique ability to

Hi all, Sam B here. I’ve overrode ZJ’s account to create a second sequel based on the delightfully quirky first sequel. I’m sure ZeeJ will be cool about this as he’s on his eighth beer right now, so it feels like the perfect opportunity to pick up where he left off. So here we go

Later that day, once my hangover had subsided, I looked at my Byline comment: ‘Note to self: contributing to byline after a night in the pub is not as fantastic an idea as it seems at the time.’ - feeling ridiculous and delicate in equal measure I made a life-changing decision.….

They call me a “hacker”. Look, I’m just a guy with access to the Mainframe and nothing better to do. But all of my skills combined couldn’t get me out of the situation I got into on March 31, 20XX. I was trapped, and simply logging off wasn’t an option. I didn’t have ANY options.

Nothing has been the same since the machines attacked. The five nations now live in darkness and despair, waiting desperately for the Chosen One to avenge them.