they would listen. If only they would understand that this lake . . . this lake was no joke. Is no joke. Soon, the lake knew that it would have to commit a murder. Or, do something

eat horse apples while astride "Arrrrr " winner of the 2008 Saratoga Sweeps. I thought, "Do horses regurgitate cud?" I guess they enjoy it. Like having a chaw under their horsy lip

To be frank, I miss the others. They somehow always have a way to carry the team through. They would know a perfect solution to the situation I have at hand.

She wanted him gone, not from her sight but from history. And soon she'd have just that. Every day Vyn's power grows stronger, she doesn't quite understand but something wants her

And so I ran, holding the precious gem to my chest as if it were my life itself. An arrow struck a tree 2 feet from my head, reminding me I needed to find a safe place fast. As I

Knowing my situation is near helpless, I lie in wait for my impending doom. Their footsteps continue, passing nearby, yet not noticing me. Great. Another few minutes until they

She was ready for him to stumble home from work in a drunken mayhem, to open the door and enter only to seal his daily vengeance brought to him by his own clouded mind.

the birth of the lie," he said. Blasted swung the axe. It sliced through the criminal's exposed neck with a meaty thud and a wet slice. "I think that went pretty well," he mused.

Put ice on the bruise forming on your cheek. Step 14: Politely ask her not to slap you again, but acknowledge that you totally deserved it. Step 15: Watch her leave and cry a bit.

patted his hand sympathetically. "Josiah, you're still important to the group," Magh said. Josiah huffed. "But it's the Five of the Trout, not the Six!" he complained.

to any who had spent far too long trapped, desperately waiting release. Andrew knew that he couldn't reach every genie, so he had to find a way for them to rub themselves free.

figments of my imagination- sitting on my kitchen table watching on as life is lived. holding on to the last bit of battery life- before being forgotten and replaced by an upgrade.

wit in his game to back off. why would he? with a name like bob he had nothing to loose. an average guy- hoping to leave his past behind- transition into the womyn he'd yearned for

want to bend over and file them on the concrete. leave traces of myself behind. follow the remains back to safety.

I'd always check the work schedule and call in sick if I was rostered on with Bobbery. Being in a confined office with him and his distinctive scent made me feel ill. His eyes were

seen her cat, Mittens? She glanced around desperately, losing more blood by the minute. Above her, she saw a flash of grey. Mittens landed on the tiles before her, holding bandages

for advising her to avoid killing if possible. He was a soft touch, a remnant of a weaker generation still living in the past. Kalki needed to be ruthless to maintain the timeline.

the weatherboard wall were telling a story. I watched them closely, but you can't read the lips of a shadowy projection. I turned from the empty house and slunk away into the rain.

"Be gone," she commanded, though her voice was kind. Hrengor bowed low, his forehead almost touching his knees. She waved her hand to dismiss him. Hrengor walked backwards out of

I looked up, needing to crane my neck to see the man's face. "Look, I'll be honest with you," I said, "I have literally no idea what you just said." I'd been distracted by the cow.