"40 years old and I've never eaten an Oreo!"

I woke up at my own funeral—again. This is getting old.

Everything was fine until the night a second moon appeared in the sky.

I don't know why my mother hates my boyfriend so. He's whip-smart, handsome to a fault, knows Japanese and English, and will never ever take advantage of me. I mean, really the only thing he hasn't got going on is that he's electronic. Y'see, he's a character from a video game.

I was first the kid in Little River, Maine to fall down an open mine shaft.

So you heard a HONK when you were gardening so you look back and see a goose holding a pictureframe and a blanket so you throw the pictureframe over your fence to Astrid Lu

You try to order again and the alien gets mad at you

You become the person you pretend to be.

"Well, it's not like any of us have ever been in a life-or-death situation before!" Jane said. Everyone around the table nodded, then looked at me when they noticed I wasn't agreeing. "Oh, I have," I said. "But this is the first time I've had an audience."

She looked down at the list—half the names had already been crossed off.

"The train approaching platform 5 is not for human use; please do not attempt to board this train."

"Well, that's that," I said, letting the shovel fall to the ground. "What now?"

People trust me with their secrets—but they shouldn't.

She was telling me about research her lab at MIT is conducting that shows opening microwave doors during a cycle causes our brains to be bombarded with enough electrons that we’ll forget who we are and be compelled to run away. “Don’t worry. It’s cumulative,” she said.

My grandmother used to tell me about the days when humans could see in color.

“MEMORY LANE, All Trips Non-Refundable” read the sign on the door. I walked inside to find a clean white room with only a front desk, no chairs or ferns or any of the normal strip mall clutter. An old man appeared from a door just behind the front desk. “Welcome to

The accident wasn't Meredith's fault but it was just easier for everyone to blame her.

Alice was in trouble. She was floundering. She was sinking. The worst possibilities her friends had suggested were no longer abstract potentials. They were concrete and absolute. Waves of probability had collapsed and now formed the violent landscape she had failed to navigate.

I'd been following the man for 3 days when he finally noticed.

I wake up to find myself in a forest, tied to a wooden chair. I struggle to get out. Then, ahead of me approaches a figure. In the gleam of the moonlight, it is clear that he is holding a knife.

There seemed to be enough space in-between us, but this was the first time I’d ever sat next to a human being.

"Well, that settles it," I said. "I am never doing that again!"

It took me a minute to fully register what I was seeing. Why was the apple in my hand PURPLE?

The first thing you have to understand is that in 1990, every elementary school kid had—or desired—a slap bracelet. The second thing you have to understand is why they got banned.

The garden. It is a special place. Roses, Chrysanthemums, Laurel bushes, Marigolds. Not squids though. Especially huge squids. There was one there now, twitching as it’s life dwindled away in the sunshine. A black helicopter hovered overhead, thudding, like an armed spider

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It turns out that the easiest part of life after death is the dying bit—after that, well, everything gets a little complicated.

The notes of the song flew from her mouth as if pulled by a string. The lights so bright, she was blind. The stage was alive, and the theater was swallowing her whole. There was only one way she was going to come through this performance with her life and her soul intact:

An anthropomorphic whale sat by itself on the beach. It admired everything around: the waves, the cliffs nearby. What a lovely world it had created. That was, until that stupid creature found it’s way out of the water. The whale was supposed to be the only god around here.

Laia laughed bitterly. "You're all utter fools," she spat. "I'm the most powerful witch here." The judge in the center shook their head. "Maiming other competitors is strictly forbidden." Later, shaken witnesses would say the only warning was Laia's eyes suddenly glowing red.