And who could stop the Craving? No one, for who could stop your craving? It was as certain as death and taxes. Like the fundamental problem of economics, there it was - cravings...

- oh- and some cheesy garlic breadsticks. Can't forget the breadsticks. Some people think they are a scam - like paying for pizza without the pizza. Not me. The party was complete.

was a unique name. It became especially popular as the ozone layer depleted. That was all it took to get people to wake up and reverse the trend. A name. Ozona - beautiful, simple.

cism wasn't something to be taken lightly. The dog survived last time, had a demon taken hold of it again? Thank goodness for mothers. When you need a good exorcism, call your mom.

shook his head. "Was I dreaming? No, this really happened..." The CiC stood dazed and confused, realizing all the wrongs that needed to be righted. Sometimes a good knocking works.

Yet it failed, the software was buggy. The steamroller veered sideways and then shut down. Smoke rose in tendrils. Should have known better. And to think, Musk makes rockets too...

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.