“Damn” I say aloud. “Damn”. Its another hot summer night. I spend it with my buddy Mike’s hard lemonade. Cranberry. Its not exactly hard liquor but lets face it, I ain’t got the cash and Mike makes a damn good drink. The Sour Patch Kids are over and if they could talk they would say “Hey fucker, get off that couch and go to that new gay bar downtown. C’mon fatty. Put the sugar down and back away slowly.” It’s a good thing the fuckers can’t talk.

Only Fools Fight With Fire

Jim is your typical awkward teenager who finds himself in way over his head.

I thought that I would try my hand at more of a light-hearted story again, seeing as its been about a year since I last wrote in this sort of style.

A Few Changes
By allie elle

Part One

Steve sat in his favourite tree looking out over the fields; he swung
his legs idly as he watched the dusk sun. He was happy with himself; he

Chatting with Angels

Chapter Two ~ Never List

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Would Bernadette be prepared for the news that Kathy had an angel visit about her friend Monty?

Little .... Buddy ?

“Skipper, can we talk?”

“We are talking.”

“I have a question but I dont want you to be mad. Can you try not being mad for me?”

Ip Dip You're It

"Drewbie!"

"Er hi Mad."

Yup, I decided to bite the bullet.

The water cascaded down.
She reached in, turned the shower's knob
The temperature was perfect