sketch of an idea for TS3's introductory interview.  This time in space!

REGULARJOE: Now wirrow, you say the universe is not made of atoms; it's made of tiny stories.  So my question to you is, what are tiny stories made of?

WIRROW: well joe, they're made of words

REGULARJOE: But what are words made of?

WIRROW: they're made of letters

REGULARJOE: Yes, and what are letters made of?

WIRROW: here i'll show you

(WIRROW SHOWS REGULARJOE SOMETHING THE AUDIENCE CAN'T SEE)

REGULARJOE: ohhh..

Somewhere in this vast universe, there grows a boy.
And somewhere in this boy, there grows a vast universe. 

Jaob_Nevo's original:

And in this vast universe grew a boy.

And in this boy grew a vast universe.

She scratched and scratched until everything matched.

Just using the second sentence from TaschaS's tiny story.

I like being by myself.  But sometimes I like being by myself with someone else.

ChatRenard's original

I don't get lonely, I like to be all by myself. Just...sometimes I'd like to be all by myself with someone else. Y'know?

Monuments make momentous men immortal, but more memorable are mortal men making mere moments monumental.

IAmRobyNicole's original

Monuments of men are immortalized in momentous moments but even more momentous are mortal men making mere moments monumental.

When it's cold, and night falls, the mice run through the walls,
And the sleepy house groans as it cracks its old bones.

tori's original

at nightfall, when the temperature drops, this old house creaks & groans like its cracking its bones & i hear mice running inside the walls.