Findings:
- This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
- The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
- where was your heart when we needed it most?
- I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
- It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
- It was late when he came home; it woke you up
- I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
- The reason Shiite imam was based on the house of Hussein and not the house of Hassan
- I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
- this is unlike the story it was written to be
- As I Was Going to St Ives
- Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down
- Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
- Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
- There was this one great night at Alice's house,
- She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
- The House on the Island Where She Was Born
- I Was On My Way Home When the Strangest Thing Happened
- Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
- Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
- I was once young and had a home
- Trompe
- The Story of the Vizier Who Was Punished
- There once was a man from St. Paul
- She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
- Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
- I tried to arrange my life in paragraphs, unaware that I was a haiku
- This was their finest hour
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
- Zen Story: Four monks settling down to meditate
- The Most Horrifying True Story Zeph Ever Heard
- Walking by houses that briefly turn into homes
- It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
- It was you, Atthis
- Bringing Down the House
- Kilroy was here
- The house down the road
- How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
- I was searching glass
- Marilyn Monroe was a size 16
- A Portrait of a Serial Killer as a Young Man
- Suppose I try to tell you the secrets of this house, and them that live here
- Down House
- Vancouver, Washington
- Don't try this at home
- If Dr. Seuss Were a Tech Writer
- Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
- 'T was
- You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
- "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
- I Hear it was Charged Against Me
- If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
- There was once a Man
- Burning Down the House
- Terminating a pregnancy due to Down Syndrome
- I Am Not a Serial Killer
- Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer
- How to turn a kraken house into a kraken home
- down under stars coming up, we are home again
- try to memorize this moment so that years from now I can tell the story of it
- The Most Horrifying True Story I’ve Ever Heard
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- Each one has their own story
- sit down, you're rocking the house
- When I was your age
- And the sky was made of amethysts
- Theories as to what was inside the briefcase in Pulp Fiction
- The world was designed for giant squid
- That was a joke, son.
- I was going to marry Marty
- hodgepodge was just a one-night stand, apparently
- It was not a dream
- I was aghast, yet intrigued
- There was a young lady of Riga
- I was looking for you
- God was created in man's image
- E2 is unfriendly to new noders (and also is a secret plot to drain their blood to support the aged)
- It was a dark and stormy night
- What story down there awaits its end?
- A House Is Not A Home
- Dwayne Two Houses Down
- How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I'm going to miss my bus?
- How to Build a House or Destroy a Home
- Female serial killers
- Order of St Michael and St George
- Green River Killer: A True Detective Story
- serial killer
- Stories from the Home (category)
- The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
- it seems to me as though most actors spend their entire lives not accomplishing anything
- was
- They try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath.
- Everyone tells their own story with them as the star
- the seven hills of Rome
- Why was Cthulhu blue?
- Here lies one whose name was writ in water
- Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
- It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
- My soul is in a million pieces. I tried to collect most of them, but some are missing, and the ones I have don't fit together anymore. Feel free to take a piece or two.
- Never argue with an idiot. They bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
- This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you
- How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
- I was once stranded on a dessert island
- I was a young boy that had big plans
- Just how perfect was Jesus?
- That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
- The day I realized what being alive was
- I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
- Was Jesus resurrected as the Easter Bunny?
- It was all God's fault
- Nobody cares if it was originally a nodeshell
- Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
- Cybersex before it was cool
- It was hormones, it was hormones, but it was valid
- Was not cleanly unmounted, check forced
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
- This product was tested on cute, furry animals with big, sad eyes
- Dawn was a lucky time to give birth
- Willy Loman was wrong in life but he was right on the inside
- Upon my indulgence, I was dissatisfied
- I was once stranded on a desert island
- Back when grunge was still cool
- Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
- The Down Home
- On the third night the castle burned down, leaving everyone to walk home in the dark
- Tearing down the pump house
- burn down the house, see the moon
- Do you remember watching hosewater down a driveway back home?
- Falling Branches Can Break Other Branches On Their Way Down
- May the wine be sweet. May the stories be heard. May the future bring me home.
- How to turn a crack house into a crack home
- The songs that break you down and the stories that they tell
- Down Home Blues
- The hostages wrote thank you cards to their captors when they got home.
- Cockatoos eating you out of house and home?
- Home most days is a 7' x 9' box
- Dean Corll
- The Serial Killer Jailbait Airline Lotto
- serial killers
- The in medias res serial killer plotline
- The Most Difficult Part of the Story: Beginning, Middle or End?
- The Story of Cathbad, Nessa and their son Conchobar
- More of The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
- Supporting your views on modern social dynamics by citing anthropology
- everyone is the hero of their own story
- Why do male musical groups try to look threatening on their album covers?
- What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
- Stories I Have Tried to Write
- The Walrus was Paul
- Descartes was wrong
- Able was I, ere I saw Elba
- Was (Not Was)
- Music was better in the old days
- What I wrote when I was missing David
- Why I was convinced I would die young
- Criminal Code of Canada - Part VII Disorderly Houses, Gaming and Betting
- I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
- "Oskee wee wee! Oskee wa wa!"
- my only pin-up was Pelé
- No shit, there I was
- This wasn't how it was supposed to be
- St. Catharines
- The cactus that told me my mom was asleep
- I was once a victim of Catholic schooling
- Man was created in God's image
- A poem I wrote when I was 5
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