Elaine woke up with the strange sensation of being watched. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she scanned the room in the hopes that it was nothing but that, a sensation. But there, in the corner by the window, she could see a shape she didn't recognize.

15-year-old Gracie Thatcher was drinking coffee at Mom 'n 'Em Cafe. As she sipped smoothly and carefully to avoid burning her mouth, she heard the bell ring and footsteps came over to her spot.

She seemed tired and her gaze was always lost on the horizon, but she was alert. Her long dark hair fell to her narrow waist to rest in a small cage where she reclined. Inside was me.

"Stop," ordered Marcos, sternly. He gazed at the cake in Eden's hand. "You can't have your cake and eat it too." "Marcos, leave me alone. This is my cake! This is my birthday," she explained. "I can eat as much as I want." Marcos was furious as she started to gobble his piece.

"So." Archer put his hand on Delilah's swollen stomach. "What should we name her?"

Liam and Corinna were a very happy couple. They had been together for over six years, married last year, just after their son had been born. It seemed to become a nice and quiet day. They did not know yet that their lives would change dramatically.

Beauty was always something that Eliza feared.

Sarah tapped her fingers against the desk, keeping her eyes on the clock. 2 more minutes. "This is important," her teacher said, pointing at the algebra on the board. Sarah couldn't care less. All that mattered to her was what was going to happen in one minute and thirty seconds.

You all approach a park in which there are beautiful trees and children playing, it is a seemingly normal day… but not for you guys. You are all looking for the one person who summoned you here.

Once upon a time in 2023, there was a cute and friendly young 30-year-old man named Oliver. He wears overalls every day as casual wear, seeing them as more than just "farmer's" or "worker's" clothes.

As she sat there desperately waiting for a sign, any sign of what to do, the realisation set in. There’s nothing to do, nothing for her. Too scared to live but too scared to die. She exists in a world that moves past her, every second she’s left behind. A living ghost.

I had this sensation for a while. Since I left home this morning. I went to the groceries and kept realizing a nice but a little cold feeling. I am 88 years old now and I'm still in my right mind. But today...

“Why do you look at me like that?” Asked my confused sleep paralysis demon, who is standing at the foot of my bed right now. “It’s like you’eve seen a ghost.” I could’t respond to him; if I could, I would have asked him politely to leave. He looks at me with a hint of annoyance,

Love is a beautiful thing. Share it at all costs.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.