"The type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you."
God, how dare somebody "thumb their nose" at something so sacrosanct as a prom dress code. I'm shocked she wasn't Tased and arrested on the spot.
doesn't give GB a whole lot of leeway to condemn Russia now does it? Kettle, pot, black
Her last two sentences were so accurate and so applicable to me (and, probably, to a bunch of us) that they were painful to read. Like, corset levels of painful.
What does it look like when she takes off her corset and clothes? Does her waist stay that tiny? If she stopped wearing it for awhile, would her body go back to normal eventually? I have so many questions.
"Maturing is realizing how many things don't require your comment."
When I was a kid I used to go to church with my aunt and uncle every Sunday, and after church, my aunt would go up in her painting studio and paint and I would mess around and play pretend or whatever in the living room. One weekend in November when I was 9, my uncle went out of town to go hunting, so my aunt and I…
We live in a hundred-year old brownstone. When we moved in, my second child was just starting to talk, and he would often talk to the wall, it seemed, and he would laugh and laugh. Once he started talking better I asked him who he was talking to and he answered, "The man." When I pressed him, he said, "The man who…
I'm never sleeping again ya bitch.
I submitted last year ("Stone Cold Kid") and thought I'd do the same this year. Just like last years story, I submitted this to yourghoststories.com looking for "answers" and feedback from the community. Anywho, here it goes:
This is a story my father told me while looking though old family photos a few weekends ago.…
So this really surreal story comes from a combination of having a great memory and a lot of lucid dreams. Several years ago, I had a dream where I was walking down a generic town block and I got this crazy sense of deja vu. I realize that I've seen this block before, in a dream I had when I was 12. I look to my…
When I was 17 years old, I was an avid romance reader. I'd sneak all of my mother's Harlequin novels and lock myself in my bedroom and just absorb all of it's cheesy, dramatic, goodness. So when I started dreaming of this dashing, young fellow in a breezy, ruffled, white shirt (think Fabio or whatever any man on a…
I have been re-reading all the old stories today in anticipation of this thread! This year I actually have one to contribute.
Anyone from the Baltimore/DC area may have heard of "Hell House" just north of Old Ellicott City. It used to be a college that fell into disrepair/arson/vandalism and so on. You can read more here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mary%…) and a quick image search will show some cool pictures of it, but here's my own…
My mom let the guy who kidnapped Elizabeth Smart sleep on her front lawn a couple times. (Pre-Elizabeth Smart kidnapping he was a local character nicknamed Homeless Moses.) I wasn't there at the time but my two little sisters were living with her.
I have a story!
I live in a very old area of town. Almost every other house on my street is a "century home" with a little plaque saying it was built in 1905 or sometime thereabouts. Mine doesn't just because it costs money to get that title.
YASSSSS!!!!
Ahhhh!! I've been waiting all year for this feature. I don't really have any ghost experiences, but I have had bizarre dreams involving dead people from my life. I had a lot of dreams involving my grandmother after she died, but the most recent one happened about a month ago. I dreamed that I was meeting my entire…