“I know where all the missing socks go.” A voice called, almost teasingly, from seemingly nowhere. I gasped and glanced around my room but I couldn’t find who was speaking. 

I was just picking out socks and when I couldn’t find a complete pair, I muttered to myself, “Where do all my missing socks go?” 

I hadn't expected a reply because I thought I was home alone so the mysterious voice startled me...

‘I know where all the missing socks go’

Little Timmy the dog wears them. He prances around in them all around the neighborhood and city. He walks pasts buildings where doormen tip their hats to him. He walks past people who look down and adore him and his socks. He walks past the mailmen who said the socks look familiar. He walks pasts cats who hiss at him until they see his socks. He walks past ...

in jessica’s lip filler

i didnt wanna rat her out like this but

she stuffs all my favortie

fuzzy socks

in her lips

she looks like a duck

now that she has a new hobby

of stuffing my socks

in her lips

jessica,

if you’re reading this,

STOP TAKING MY SOCKS

its not funny anymore

i wonder how good it would feel

to pull 13 pairs of socks out of your lips

but i guess i’ll never know 😔...

"I know where all the missing socks go."

"What?" I chuckled a bit at my toddler's sudden interruption to the short-lived quiet I'd earned myself by entertaining her with a new--more expensive than I would've normally gone for--toy from the store. It was interesting enough to have kept her occupied for about a record-breaking thirty minutes before she spoke up again. With something intriguing, no ...

“I know where all the missing socks go” he said barging into my room, clutching single socks of varying patterns and designs.

I reached for the light and left him in the dark, the rustling of sheets and gave him a “goodnight”

I was tired of his shenanigans, bursting into the room saying he’d found aliens, was digging a hole to the world below, finding a shadow government to order spies to do me...

I know where all the missing socks go. I do. I swear to God I do. I can’t tell you though. If I were to tell you, I’d have to kill you. I would. No, I’m serious. I really would. Honestly I’ve probably already said too much. I know you’re like a brother to me. I know you’re like an uncle to my kid. I’d have to kill you though. I would. I swore to never tell. If I told, they’d kill me too. So we bot...

I am kallia from California and I am 7 years old, my parents always say where do all the socks go, I always know the answer but I never tell them. All of the socks go to my best friend, his name is dandelion. I don’t really know what he is, he is a yellow fluffy thing, with the softest fur, a green long tail with koala ears, and purple feet. But he loves socks he wears them on his feet, he has the...

“I know where all the missing socks go!” Marley yelled enthusiastically skipping across the kitchen tile floor.

An ear to ear grin on her face, baby blue eyes locked on her mothers green eyes. Her little blue Jean short pockets tugged up by her hands. Of course she’d forgotten the small cloth belt.

“Where do they go baby?” Her mother laughed going back to the small pile of dishes in the sink f...

‘I know where all the missing socks go. They go to the room I’m locked in that’s were everything missing goes it’s how I survive no escape not much food not much to drink only hope of not dying is when scraps go missing or bottles of water most days I go hungry I have toys to use Lego goes missing a lot I have a pile of batteries. Nothings useful to me but one day a person appeared

She ran up to ...

“I know where all the missing socks go.”

Detective Socky McSock glanced up at the young sock that had entered his office.

“I’m sorry?” McSock asked, leaning across his desk, suddenly intrigued. The Case Of The Missing Sock-Persons was a case his task force had been working on for sixty-eight days. They’d had 0 suspects and 0 leads, and all the dead ends were giving McSock a sockgraine.

The first...