My Twilight Fan Fiction
As Bella blinked, her eyes adjusted to the midday gray, and her mind began to think about how much high school sucked. And Edward. He was so beautiful.
As Bella blinked, her eyes adjusted to the midday gray, and her mind began to think about how much high school sucked. And Edward. He was so beautiful.
Yeah, you—the girl whose picture is plastered all over my yearbook. Just because you’re dead. What makes you think you're so special?
With the Poverty Diet you can lose weight in one simple step: Be poor! The rest takes care of itself! Don't worry, you'll get used to the malnourishment.
Six million dollars for saving the President of Nigeria. For weeks I would be responsible for the life of a man I might never meet. Was I ready for that kind of responsibility?
Dear Parents: As the school year ends, we are excited to update you on your child’s progress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Some call it the yellow fruit. Some call it the holy friend of ham. Most call it cheese; and all love it, apart from Nazis and terrorists.
Let me congratulate you on this new chapter in your life, one filled with glitter, embroidery, and fucking girls who like shiny objects (that's you).
Our love was real. Our love was true. Our love was like a cat that had ample milk to drink in a bowl of purity. Or some weird simile like that, you know?
The following is a test. Read this story and then answer 3 questions. You will then be told whether you may send a sample TV script to the William Morris Agency.
How you doing big guy, it's me, Future Bill. Or should I say it's 'us,' Bill. I'm writing you this letter from a spaceship house! Just kidding, the future is terrible.
In order to avoid being blind-sided by another unexpected celebrity death, I’ve written obituaries for Zach Braff, Jaleel White, the Mythbusters and Flava Flav.
Everyone knows Jesus' story is a complicated one. But do they know tidbits like the fact that Joseph wanted to name him Rick? Get the fun facts in this unauthorized pageant!