The doll had not been in that position when

The doll had not been in that position when she had left. She new it couldnt just get up and walk around. wondered had her younger sister Leah been in her room while she was out.

"LEAH!" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs. "STOP BEING GROSS!" Leah came into the room confused. "Why did you make Ken and Barbie do that!?" "Erm, I didn't touch them," Leah

said. "I swear I didn't!" Rachel eyed her suspiciously, "Then why are Barbie and Ken doing THAT?" She pointed at the dolls, who were somehow moving on their own. Almost as if

Rachel's hand found the tall floor lamp. It was heavy, but she somehow found the strength to swing it, hitting the dolls and also a shelf which collapsed from the impact.

This was performance art at its finest. She proceeded to demolish the rest of the set in front of a rapt audience, acid jazz bubbling from wall speakers.

Then, balancing fresh kumquats upon her profoundly mounded buttocks, she shimmied around the room, occasionally snapping one off into an audience member's mouth.

One at a time. The basket was emptied not long afterwards. Cybershadows were lurking even in printed books. One sat on my lap, just like a cat, and wouldn't move. What the hell?

I wlped it away from me and it crashed on the floor. Woops, I realized it was my brothers ipad. He'll be sore. His cat just loved the mouser game and now she'll become incontinent

her pee reeks of moldy pineapple juice and insecticide. She will spray his room and he will know it's me!! The horror! I packed my bags and moved in with cheeky Aunt Patty.