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

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.

Your head keeps aching, you’re 28 and an estranged lover who has had his drinks spiked and has been stabbed with EpiPens (both times at the movie theater!), personally attacked by your phone, a- Wait! Wait! No, no, no! You’re a writer who writes dumb phone stories on the internet

"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.

The party ship crashed into the planet of no parties. Miraculously, all of the inhabitants of the party ship survived, thanks to their ginormous automatic airbag system they invented prior to losing their minds to the booze. When they walked out they decided to throw a new party.

The office break room was more crowded than usual. Molly sidestepped the group of colleagues standing around the water cooler and made her way to the fridge. She searched the fridge for her leftovers in vain. “Hey! Who ate my pasta!” Molly shouted accusingly.

It had been two whole years. Just us. And the bear. Every now and then, she would talk, but she doesn't talk that often. The bear's name is Crisp. We do small little things to keep strange animals in the forest safe. "There is a big problem." She said one day. "Hm?" I asked "Well

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“I’m telling you, that’s the animal that hurt me!” Cody gestured at the unassuming beast across the lawn. “You think deer don’t have teeth?”

Twas three days till holiday cheer ought to fill the homes of Montblanc villagers. Last year the holiday tree had mysteriously disappeared on Christmas Eve, leading to a long list of draconian restrictions: no early decorations, store music, or candy canes for sale.

I got a sweet new Galaxy phone, with a glittery purple case. It’s got an app that cycles through colors in synch with a beat. I made the beat on my Acid808 app, also on this phone. Hook it up to a projector and sound system and I will rock the house. I’ll be the brightest star.

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Part 38: “The Tofu of Doom” Gerald sat on the hood of his ‘67 GTO and chewed his gum. “I say there, my compadres,” he said. “What say we go to the Asian store and purchase some tofu. I have a serious jones for it.” Little did they know that the store only sold expired tofu, which

Regret. He is regretful. At this moment, I regret. He wiped away the tears and leaned close to me. His breath stung my lips as we both sat there waiting for something to happen. “Dylan. I. . .” Before I could do anything more, his lips were softly pressing against mine.

The pilot, tired from his long haul flights, sat at the lobby bar, periodically gazing over at the bartender.

I remember he was here once, I remember a time we'd never bow to TRAITORS I remember a time where those of us who fought the good fight would win and evil would loose but, I remember, was he as good and Heroic as we remember him or were we the true enemies to the el-da-rin people

I've never been in a relationship. I want to, of course. I met this guy. Max. He told me that he really liked me and the way I talked. We've been on eight dates and then he just ghosted me for 4 months. He said his boss told him to leave all he knew alone. We sat in my bed.

I've tried so hard to make mends with my mother and father, but they don't want me anymore. When Cori left, I did too. I got a job at a cafe and began my life. When she called me, I think I died. He's gone. Even now as I sit in this truck, I'm scared. I wish I was a better sister

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.

The drone of the meeting grew numb; sales were down - complaints were on the rise. Who wasn't aware? The memory of last night invaded. It was strange how fate could manipulate a person. But indeed, it had. In the end, he was left unscathed. Unlike John. John had been unlucky.

I was thrown into a prison cell, with cuffs around my hands and toes. I kept screaming that writing satire was not a crime, but the police were having none of it.

Mr. Madness invented a tachyon machine that allowed him to travel backwards in time. Little did he know that now he was stuck experiencing the past as his future, walking and talking backwards as he was stuck doing things in a reverse-way. He now longed to be free of this curse.

Lilliana, despite her petite size, finished the enormous apple pie in record time. She got up to accept her prize when, at the last moment, a caped figure leapt onstage and grabbed the trophy.

He drew deep black squiggles in his notebook. No one could find out that he was infected, that he was now one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. The squiggles grew larger and now resembled an all-consuming spiral. If someone found out, he was screwed. This was serious.

“I don’t want Gary on my team,” I said to my boss. “He takes his meetings from the gym, it’s disgusting!” “But he’s our top sales performer and we’re not making our numbers!” said my boss. “Fine,” I said. “Under one condition …”

The Underground City of Yumaria was a sight to see, if only if it hadn’t been so filthy as it was. It was common though, at least for some people to have the dirt from the surface rain down upon them and the streets due to the trolleys from the higher district which ran between

Now class, today we’re going to be learning about 7th normal form. In order for our data to be in the 7th normal form, it must already be in the 6th normal form and have every perceivable column as a separate table. Blah blah blah the teacher’s words faded away. “Psst! Let’s go!”

Gabriella Davison looks into the flower shop and turned her attention away. She didn’t have anybody to love. Who would love someone like her. She wished she wasn’t in a wheelchair.

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

The azure sky now adopted blood-orange veins, scattered carelessly on the horizon. A gulp of swallows headed south to more promising futures; the slight squawking sound eerie upon the midsummer sky. A Midsummer night’s Dream, turned disaster.