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I'm my head, I always imagined that she killed her rival and when that failed to work, being unable to kill her love, she offered herself up to be made into seafoam.

I love you. You do not know that because that witch cut out my tongue. We are on your wedding ship celebrating your recent marriage to her. I do not like her. She means you trouble. I heard her talking. She thinks because I am mute, I am deaf as well. My sisters came to me after you fell asleep. The...

That may have to happen... I was looking for another fairy tale. Thank you

No, I was going for more of a "Tim Curry devil from Legend"

Should I change the last line?

I tried to assure them that I'd learned my lesson about old women selling things. I don't think they believed me. Look, it's not my fault. That comb was beautiful. So was the sash. I'm a princess. I like pretty things. And the women looked nothing like the queen. They looked poor, and kind of dumb. ...

I made my friends read this and they either backed away slowly or threatened to punch me... I thought it was hilarious. Thank you for enjoying the story and proving I'm not the only "weird" one out there

Pink lightning flickered across the darkening purple sky. As the rain began to fall, everything muted into a uniform shade of gray. The only sound is that of the raging storm. Everyone sane is indoors right now. That probably explains why I'm still out here, alone, calling to the sky hoping that som...

Susan didn’t like the way that the man in the cupcake thong was staring at her. His dead eyes never blinking as he watched her through the thick glass. “It wouldn’t be so bad,” she said to no one in particular, “except every now and then he licks his lips.” As if on cue, he ran his dry tongue over h...

He looked at me, large eyes round with wonder,and asked shyly, “Mommy, why are there tentacles coming out of the drain?”

Thanks for all the welcomes. And about the story, I was feeling POE-etic (please forgive the pun).

The darkness is closing in around me. I’ve long stopped screaming; having realized its uselessness. No one can hear me anyway, except, perhaps, the person slowly closing the hole above me. I wish he’d say something. I wish I had someone to talk to. The light above me never dims, so I have no idea ho...