When she touched the gold earrings, they turned silver.

Mrs Perkinson loved mayonnaise and and buttons, so she did what any old woman who lived alone in her 70s would do: She built statues with them. The mayonnaise hardened into a rock hard shell and the buttons were satisfying to click together. She built a castle out of them.

We can hear our own thoughts. We call them thoughts because they only happen inside our brains. They do not affect others, unless they are turned into actions.

ell into the nest, kissing the mud or whatever disgusting. 'Do you know why you are here?' I could not believe my ears, was the hawk speaking? More disturbingly, there was an eye watching me through the crack of the eggshell...

"Where's Kyle... He's gutted by me... He's my boyfriend... He left me ... He gave me his cloak... He's my friend... He abused me... He's half-naked... He's tied... I'm going to save him, Angler" The gills were opening... closing... opening... closing

My entire life was flipped upside down when a gigantic mammoth fell from the sky, shattered my roof, and destroyed my house right as I was about to walk in.

My name is Bambi, and I am an obese deer. I enjoy eating KFC and traveling into people's nightmares so that I can eat more KFC than my body will allow. But recently I myself have been getting nightmares, nightmares where I was driving a car (as a deer) and crashing into a tree.

"Let's go shopping!" said my eel enthusiastically.

I had been troubled by nightmares for weeks. Each night was the same strange images followed by a warning delivered by talking deer. A car tumbling down a hill. A truck sliding sideways down the highway above the pass. A man without eyebrows laughing. “BEWARE!” said the deer.

Peter Pop painfully picked powerful peppers, panting & perspiring. As the narrator it's my duty to inform you, fellow writer, that Peter was cursed to live a life ruled by sentences primarily consisting of words starting in P. He longed to be free from this nightmarish curse.

Norah was sitting at the park minding her own business when a woman came up and asked for her seat. Norah looked around and noticed there were many open seats. "Why do you need mine?" she asked.

She sat up, the stars blurring her vision. Without hesitation, she began crying. "I just wanted my friend!" She screamed into her hands, hoping that somehow, he'd return.

It was her! The woman he had dreamed about for three long years. His heart beat so loud in his chest he worried everyone in the room could hear it. How could this be? He had created her in his own lucid dreams to combat the loneliness he had experienced while he was at war.

Miya slowly walked towards the dark hallway, calling out for Kyle. Tears fell onto the hardwood floor while she felt the wall, disappearing into the darkness. "Kyle this isn't funny anymore! I'm scared!" She called out, sniffling. She then heard a cry from someone other than her

Katie was a nice girl. She wasn’t like the other miscreants in this awful place. She was only stuck here because she’d made a single, terrible mistake. Katie McClure was not supposed to be here.

Moses picked up the newspaper and sighed. “Man steals prize-winning goat, makes millions at county fair.” How could I have let this happen? he thought.

The misty streets were empty as he walked to work that morning.

Im alone in this dark forrest. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere, how did I ended up here? I can only hear the crickets and the wind, oh It’s so chilly. I’m afraid…I need to get back to

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