Findings:
- Perhaps pain will stop me where good sense and virtue have failed
- Dead Men Tell No Tales: A True Ghost Story
- Sober: Tales From the Dark Side
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- Eating words and feeling no pain
- Dead Men Tell No Tales
- Rain is always the same, no matter where you are
- you have ghosts. where are they? are they so deep that the light cannot reach them? is there any such place?
- Tale from the chasm
- Tales From The Mountains
- There will be no more stories to read
- Why matter cannot reach the speed of light
- She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
- I need your pain or I will not live
- I was just a supporting character in your fairy tale
- It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
- Eyeball prolapse
- Tales from Moominvalley
- Maybe Yes, Maybe No
- Tales from Zimbabwe
- I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
- Geriatric vestibular disease
- they can drop bombs and no one will get hurt
- Tales from the Loop
- Tales from Topographic Oceans
- Going Where No Man Should Go
- There's a fine line between feeling a will to live and feeling a fear of death. Sometimes they can both lead you down the same path.
- Where do dogs get their Vitamin C from, when they don't eat fruits?
- Sexy Tales From the Bed (of Sweet Opportunity)
- She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
- Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
- someone without tattoos clearly has a fear of pain, which means in the kitchen they are slow and useless, therefore the food is weak and empty
- Tales from the White Hart
- Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?
- Tales From The Hudson
- Tales from the Lotus Pod
- First to Fall, and Never Again. Learnt my Lesson from the King of Pain.
- We no longer celebrate what makes us the same, only what makes us different.
- from where I stand I can see they have already won
- Non Zagat, Non! Tales From The Everything Diner (category)
- “I want to make the milk,” or, More Tales from Youth
- Tales from the front desk
- Crawling through festering flesh, hungry and, yearning, they wait for the day they will tear away from the dark.
- Deliver me from a place where there are no scars.
- Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia
- Tales from Alton Towers
- Tales from the Hood
- If you don't know where you're going, any path will take you there
- Maggot infestation
- There was a land where lived no violets
- tales from the floating vagabond
- Prairie dog self-mutilation
- But, my dear sir, if you educate them, they will no longer be Baptists
- No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
- No pain, no gain
- The Saudis were terrified that someone was going to be a better Muslim than they were
- Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
- Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
- Sometimes people will tell you that there are no options and they will be wrong.
- The Tale of a Youth who set out to learn what Fear was
- They knew what our pain would be.
- Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows. Young as I was, I understood.
- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales
- he is too shy to write his tale
- Tales From the Service Center
- that pain was something I needed, and probably did to myself
- Tales from an ex fat chick
- Tales from the Scaremaster: Werewolf Weekend
- From now on, any ordinary knowledge is no longer going to satisfy you, I'm afraid
- The Same Tale: And then...
- No One Here Is Ever Going to be President: Noders raise things in the city where things fall down
- Tales from the Swamp
- Strange Tales from Make-Do Studio
- Tales from Earthsea
- Tales From Iraq
- There and Back Again: Eating Our Way from Bag End to the Grey Havens, A Hobbit's Tale
- I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
- Tales From the Afternow
- Tales from Lovecraft Middle School #1: Professor Gargoyle
- Tales From Turnpike House
- Lurid tales from the breakroom
- Tales from the Crypt
- White light from the mouth of infinity
- Hating religion is different from hating an ethnic group
- From Death to Passwords Where You're a Paper Aeroplane
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- Do you not see that if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the candle with the handle on the gateau from the chateau!
- Stories from my Grandmother, Part 2
- Years from now I can tell the story of it
- from where you are
- View from the top
- J.S. Bach - Gavotte En Rondeau from Lute Suite no. 3
- They protect us from danger by harming us before we can harm ourselves
- When I rise it will be with the ranks, and not from the ranks
- Stories from my Grandmother, Part 3
- How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix
- Big huge booms and the lights from the ships off shore
- View from the plane before man
- A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates
- Light from a Dead Star
- same same, but different
- Sound Track from Film "Mabuta no Ura"
- From Darkness, Lead Me To Light
- The first time I knew I was different
- I wrote you a letter on the bus back from the city, but that's a different kind of weary
- because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
- The light from your eyes
- There is a different time scale
- Stories from my Grandmother, Part 1
- There exists no 1:1 mapping between words in different languages
- Where lyrics come from
- A Fantastic story from an old guy
- The View From Mt. Wilson
- So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
- Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me
- Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
- Where do these girls come from these days? Some finishing school in the desert?
- Fruit cut from the vine, forgot and left to rot, long before it was time
- View from the Goodyear Blimp
- We're acting happy to stop ourselves from going insane.
- His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
- Where do we go from here?
- They have a trendy name for every different kind of fucked up.
- all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
- Stories from The World (category)
- same memory, different angle
- i'm a million different people from one day to the next
- collecting on old debts from when mom was a loan shark
- They devour the frayed edges of the world, and all we hear is chitinous clicking from the darkness
- There is no one here to stop me from using this silence.
- John's Cool Story: Tough Luck, or The Vurping from Room 2306
- The View From Saturday
- I was shaking, but not from the cold
- The View From Above
- Of course they want to come here. Who doesn't? Besides the people from Los Angeles, but we don't speak of them.
- story ideas from the pansophoscope blog (category)
- same window, same tree, different day
- same shit different day
- Where songs that are played around campfires with a harmonica come from
- Someday soon, I'm going to save you from your life
- Summer as seen from a third story porch
- Just to see where the bullets come from
- not running from, but going to
- Sideways Stories from Wayside School
- A view from the bottom of E2
- Will you go? Will you send back? A letter from Phnom Penh
- Light from the Sun
- Where do discarded return values from functions really go?
- A View from the Year 3000
- You make a light in the world and you hope someone can still look up from the dust for long enough to see it
- H-Day: Sweden's conversion from left to right side driving
- Where the water for the flood could have come from
- Counting from Ten and Other Stories
- I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
- she's the reason the dust i finally leave will be better than the dust i came from
- Where I'm Calling From, A Grand Don't Come For Free
- Staying power like no other memory, aside from love
- The prettiest views are all from the ground up
- There once was a man from St. Paul
- A View from the Bridge
- You can learn a lot about someone from the way they die
- The trail of its demise was visible from the surf.
- I Was Kidnapped By Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
- And then wings sprouted from the space between my shoulders where my wings had once been
- the view from above the clouds...
- I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
- I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
- Mice will continue to dream of Cats shedding claws from radiation sickness
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