Sam was a talented designer and developer. He was always dabbling in something whether it was helping colleagues debug code or turning them into rodents, he was always up to the challenge.

"Did I ever tell you about my 47 children?"

"Well, you're the last person I ever expected to see here," Abraham Lincoln One said to Abraham Lincoln Two as he casually drew his sword.

Swirls of pinks and purples. It was a sunset to remember. If only she had remembered her camera, she thought regretfully. As she looked up, she saw something small, but fast, dart across the horizon. She had to look twice, it couldn't be...

The bustling street was alive with caroling and commerce. Snow had just begun to fall when two unmistakably eccentric old timers, Evelyn and Ebert, entered from the South end with plans and props in tow, chomping at the bit to rain mischief down on a town that didn’t accept them.

The forest shook with explosive energy. Before the dust settled, herds of feathered ankle-high dinosaurs scurried out. "It's happening," Amelia said, craning her neck to see beyond the treetops. Lenny bent down to examine the river of lizard birds flowing through his legs.

Tom and his co-conspirators made it through one last wall of evergreen and into a clearing. Out of breath, all three scanned the night sky before setting their sights on a majestic lighthouse, far in the distance.

"What should we eat?" Jan scrolled through Yelp. "Ooh, there's a new Maronite place on Division." Elena stood up and started clapping excitedly. "Ooh, I love Maronite food!"

‚I don’t like purple‘ thinks the art piece to itself as its creator Finn moves the wet brush over the canvas. Besides the disagreement over color, the art piece can’t stand watercolors in the winter, so it dries the color faster than Finn can make use of it.

No one expects to get married on their 93rd birthday, but here we are.

Joseph popped a marshmallow in his mouth as his space-car docked elegantly to the shiny space port of Amazia.

Jennitha winced as the spa technician smeared the nanobot gray goo on her forehead, but what did she expect? She was living in the future after all.

His hands shaking with excitement and nerves, Max carefully poured the molten gold down the floor drain.