-s more recently in comparison. The wheel wasn't even used anymore since the invention of hovercrafts. She could remember seeing them as a young child though. Her thoughts wandered

-r resources dwindling I knew there wasn't much time before we would need to move on or be over run by neighboring tribes. I hurriedly wrote out a message to the northern tribes to

I covered my ears and started rocking. Then I remembered the smaller room in the back of my closet that I played in sometimes. I crawled through the opening trying to be silent.

belt of whatever-it-was that was in his Pikachu thermos (it smelled pretty strong), and grabbed me by my suspenders, which snapped off and whacked him in the braces. Our teacher

I realized that I had no idea who I actually was. My name was not Fiona Apple as I'd been led to believe by Robert Banana. This situation was getting fruitier by the minute.

I have always enjoyed dressing up as a female. I only hope people can look past the old man and see what I so desperately want to be seen as. I finished putting on my makeup as I

It took me a minute to realize what I thought I'd heard wasn't what had been said. The wind distorted the words but I'm pretty sure it was "It can't be that hard to cope?" I didn't

He wasn't even sure he remembered dying. It had happened so fast. He felt a brief pang of sadness as he looked at the classmates he would never graduate with. Suzy was there, he

-o join the Netherworld Zumba Team, but nobody seconded the motion. It was a drag being deceased, at least here in Purgatory. The only interesting person here is a pterodon named

an idea to escape. She

the black lights of Toby's Dope Den. Becky picked Roger up and put him in her apron pocket where his neon pink fur wouldn't cause him undue notice. Then she sidled towards the door

I rocked back and forth in my padded room as the same thoughts wove their way through my head over and over. How had this happened to me? Yesterday I was a salesman at a local car

systems everywhere. VR started out as a good thing until someone created the dangerous technology of allowing people to live in virtual reality. It was the beginning of the end.

Lizzie Borden was matched up against the Iron Milk Maiden in the First Round. A quick wick whack fanny smack from Lizzie's axe and the Iron Milk Maiden was curdled cheese. Her next

her blatantly ignore the rules and continue solving for herself was just a slap in the face of modern society. I looked over her records and realized there was a pattern to what I

eal just because they didn't feel like eating. She couldn't even imagine the luxury of such choices. She looked at the tasteless pill in her hand that served as a meal now. Closing

ing hanging off his belt that looked familiar. I sashayed up to him and breathed out "Hello there stranger." I looked down as I did dropping my wet blanket in surprise as I saw

losing my grasp on reality. I realized the Bee Gees on the radio was actually Pink Floyd. How had my mind confused the two? It seemed to be happening more and more lately. I wept

inconsequential, like these fleeting moments. A heart of dark shattered glass where there used to be a light. It still felt like it was mine. No. It WAS me, there, underfoot. Taken

the time he realized his error it was too late. He was getting too old for this and couldn't bring himself to care for things in the same capacity anymore. Was he becoming a cynic?