Stories

*Lowering and lifting* the dumbbell was too much WORK for my <LEFT HAND>, so I dropped it. Now the la[d's wo]ken up.
by vms5q

With chopsticks in his <RIGHT> hand, John pinches a square of tofu, puts it in his MOUTH, and washes it down with water.
by vms5q

she worked there just because she wanted to buy the red silk dress
by Neslyn

“How much money 金 for these two blot[chy ‘n] rusty halberds 戈?” I ask, holding them up.
by vms5q

[Now], when cutting into the <brain>, aim your tools at this MEATy spot. Then *scoop* out the tumor.
by vms5q

Each person who [co]mes marching in to eat under my roof, down to the poorest person, is an honored guest.
by vms5q

Stil[l ung]loved, Anne ORDERs her subordinate to put ICE on patient's black eye. "Keep it <cold>," she said.
by vms5q

The twins are sleeping downstairs. I'll show you! You knitted little [shi]rts for them? How sweet!
by vms5q

Charlie <kneel>s and prays. With this strate[gy e]very fish swims up to his line and hook.
by vms5q

At the [bay], EYEs *down*cast, I spy EIGHT <SEASHELL>s.
by vms5q

"[Huh]? This field of <grain> used to be WOODs?" Charlie asked? "Yes! They SLASHed and burned the WOODs and now grow <grain> here."
by vms5q

Across any distance, my halberd could strike any target better than a [gu]n.
by vms5q