ornate the hand that writ. Having writ the hand went to to commit bloody murder under the serious moon. We knew the moon was serious by the face of the Man in the Moon's expression

It was a foul smell. Like a corpse rose out of the ground and exhaled odorous breath. Who thought it was a good idea to cage a skunk? Good thing that

The leaves began to fall from the tree, all around the woman who twirled underneath them.

The man awoke to realize he was sitting in a bullet train. The landscape sped by and his memory was gone.

Local government didn't both to tear down the old school. Too expensive for a small town. There it stood, empty, haunted. The group stood

semblances to the king. How odd that people and Pokémon had converged, in both likeness and personalities. Why had Pokémon evolved into people, or was it the people who devolved?

Yet the witness clammed up. Their voice caught in their throat. Should they speak? Would their own words go unpunished? Witness protection? Hah. Unlikely. Words have consequences.

I googled holler on my phone - "A rural road in the Appalachians in the U.S.A". Huh. Never knew that. Guess I learned something today. Time to go holler in a holler on the holler.

the zombie closest to her, her breath running ragged. It was the opening she needed. She fled from the pack of undead, axe in hand, eyes steady. Was she the last girl in the world?

It was weird enough that my parents were shapeshifters. Sure I could shift. John wouldn't think twice to bully me in that form. I found another way. Guys like John have no future.

decided to go on an egg hunt. The eggs they painted were beautiful. Golds and blues, dots and stripes, all the colors of the rainbow, in various lights and shades. Oh glorious day.

sick. She always wanted me to be a doctor, and I never really saw a reason before, but I now understood. As her breathing slowed, mine quickened. She gave me life. Not once, twice.

and she bowed and flaunted her prowess. The crowd went silent. AGT - we knew it was an alien genetic group. If the contests could be won, then there was hope. A hope for humanity.

The beast growled. It stomped and it prowled. It raised it's head, and then it howled. "Who are you to challenge me? Why do you not flee? Stubborn ilk, face me now, take my milk."

It was all nonsensical, that much was certain. An imagining that would never happen. Someone's dream perhaps, but whose? Was it worth pursuing? Time to move on. There's work to do.

Now this was the life. One story ended, a new one began. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Free to explore the universe. To boldly go where no man has gone before.

I tossed my blanket on the floor. Enough was enough. A hair salon... It was a dream once, but not anymore. Now it was a chore. Today I would find something new. My destiny awaited.

thought through these questions and more. My stomach grumbled. Food. How enigmatic. I needed to avoid being food, and yet I too needed food. Is there any left in this city? For Me?

It was a cheat. Turning a creature against its own kind. A cheat as old as civilization. An effective strategy for victory. What is the Prime Directive, truly? A means for victory.

Should I decline? Who am I to judge the value of tentacles. Tentacles had their place. Primarily in the sea, or on my plate. Was this tentacle edible? Or an edifice or elucidation.