The students stumbled out of the underground library like a horde of academic zombies.

Just when she thought the book had ended, she found another chapter under her kitchen floor.

She wondered what life was like under the living room table.

The night I set fire to Mr. Wallace’s barn, there was no moon at all…

The trees bent aside in spite of the forest as Zombiefoot strode out from the darkness and that was only Monday!

He only liked wearing socks when they were full of holes.

When she touched the gold earrings, they turned silver.

The man risked his life for a bag of pretzels.

Her intuition said no but her curiosity wanted to check it out.

Suddenly, the tower of empty Oreo containers toppled to the ground.

Ivy was just your average teenager who just couldn’t catch a break. She wanted to become this outgoing girl but she was too shy until she met (YC.) which caused her to become more than out going. “God I just want to be noticed by someone.” She spoke softly to no one in particular

Real love is flying a box of Costco croissants halfway across the country for someone.

She kept her 3 favorite things lined up on the shelf above her bed - but as she looked at them now, she realized one was missing.

The cliff rose up, forbidding and brutal, and it was as if it had been waiting for me.

He was a man of many words - except for this time.

I’d never felt so embarrassed in my life. I knew I should’ve lied.

Lucy’s family lived by one rule. NEVER STOP BEING HAPPY.

Just as the watermelon was about to grab her, Alessandra raised her axe and swung. With a definitive crack, the watermelon split in two. The pieces quivered on the stone floor, then stilled. Unfortunately, she didn’t notice the avocados, who had

It was a private beach. He unlaced his shoes, peeled of his socks, and took it all in.

The tall walls of the enclosure surrounded me, cool gray concrete. When I went on a walk this morning I did not expect to find this beauty. An abandoned piping system, rusty electric boxes and claustrophobic inducing arches. Feels like home.

Decades on the sea had aged the old Captain far more than his actual years. Perhaps if he had taken a job on land it would’t be like this. Except the sea called to him, more importantly the creature beneath the waves would not let him leave.

i exited the dilapidated cabin with a swift yawn, the prickling of the grass on my feet encouraging a small wince. Noah hopped off of a rock ledge, his face painted with a buoyant smile. he waved, and i responded with no words, but rather an offset smile. Noah chirped, “

After a few months, Crisp's cubs became healthier. However, the house we were staying in was getting crowded. "We need to find a new place," I told the woman. She shook her head. "It's too dangerous. The witch may be dead, but the hunters could still be out there."

Reid walked through the doors of the official Coachella Tragedy Memorial. As she snuck into the restaurant, getting past the workers, she felt no remorse. Instead, she programmed the speakers to play the music that, 7 years ago, hijacked some people’s heads. This piece? It made

"NO!" I screamed, my fingernails digging deep into my clenched fists. "GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" The man stepped back, startled. "He doesn't belong here, kid." "HE BELONGS WITH ME!" With that, I stormed out of the room, Oreo tagging close behind me.

So It’s about midnight. You’re in bed, lying next to someone who you once loved more than anyone else. But well, I guess we all know that fire is gone. And you’re still lost an alone. Most exciting thing for you, is the 9 to 5 that you truly hate. That just must be sad!

As the creature studied the photograph it studied the woman as well, almost as if comparing the similarities and differences. It appeared to be her. In the background a frowny-faced young man with two other men, one clown and the other, aloof, but all looking to belong somewhere.

I watched the sky as masses of crows circled around me in the sky.As quickly as it started, it stopped. I looked around to see if anyone had seen it. The same old forest and the same old dirt path. I sighed. No one here. I continued down the path, unbeknownst to what was upon me.

Rydel the elf sat on his makeshift bed and tossed and turned in his attempt to fall sleep. “Go to bed, Rydel.” Herein grumbled, half awake.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to entertain you. We will not banter or strut or preen or flirt. We will do one thing and one thing only. We will rearrange your brains via your eardrums. One, two, three, four!" Then a wall of sound crashed onto the crowd.