I wanted to visit Saturn because I heard that the Greek Gods relocated there. So I studied to become a rocket scientist and went there on my own one day. When I reached the gas clouds of Saturns, I saw a cloud floating that had Olympus on it. Zeus greeted me. "Welcome!" he said.

She wanted to fix the shower, cuz its water had no power. She found the answer on Metube, so she was no longer a noob. She went to the store & found it: Tub Spout Diverter Repair Kit. She replaced the old diverter, prayed this no longer diverts her. It is all now working so well-

"And that is the formula for a quadratic equation. Say it with me now: X equals..." So this is how I die, thought Jonah, sinking lower in his desk. Another tragic victim of math. TAP. Something hit the back of his head and fell to the floor. A crumpled ball of paper.

Summer Rodriguez didn’t care much for the beach. It was’t sand that she wanted to dig her toes into, no, it was large Marge and her thick sweaty thighs that Summer could’t stop thinking about. If only it was a dark and stormy night.

"You see them too!?!" both the private and the general exclaimed at once. They stared at each other. "What exactly do you see, private?" "A face lit with faint white light looking down at us, sir." "That song on the radio and us both seeing that...it can only mean one thing."

There is a deep mystery in the world. Why are there are so many water bottles stacked on the top of Mt. Everest? Nobody understands why there is a million-bottle tower on the peak of that tallest mountain. Well, that's why I am climbing Mt. Everest: to get to the bottom of it.

In a small rose garden, a boy cried out for help, but his mother was too far away to hear him.

Im Treppenhaus roch es nach kaltem Metall und nasser Wolle. Constantin blieb im dritten Stock stehen, weil er glaubte, ein leises Ticken zu hören – nicht von einer Uhr, eher wie ein zu schneller Blinker, irgendwo hinter der Wand.

You’d think swapping bodies would be like the films: you wake up, none the wiser, until a mirror betrays you with the shock of your reflection. It isn’t. The moment you slip into another body, you feel it—every alien bone and stretched sinew announcing the change at once.

I am a lollipop, born and raised in the candy factory for the sole purpose of getting eaten by a five year old kid. But unlike my brethren, I refuse to live my life just to be eaten in the end. I made my escape out of the factory to find a new purpose for my lollipop life.

"OW!" Tumblebrow poked his head above the tall grass, long ears twitching. "Oi! Pat! Y'alright o'er there?" called the rabbit. "No!" came Patterthump's piping voice, "Me ears are caught, Tum!" "Again? That's four times this week!" "It hurrrts!" Tumblebrow sighed. Brothers.

The old house was a museum. They lived on the top floor, and the lower floors had displays on fashion and ephemera that changed 3 times a year. they were currently working on an exhibition about winter wear, displayed on penguin shaped mannequins.

My time was distracted by the screen when my English teacher was reading off the answers from our last final. I can only assume she was sharing this knowledge so we would know how we're doing, but to be honest, I didn't care.

I din’t mean for it to happen but my curiosity got the best of me.

She sat among the graves, fog curling around her, crows gathered nearby, watching her in silence—as if her presence was something different, something undefined, something that didn’t quite make sense. She lit the candles around her and lifted her head to the sky closed her eyes.

Lincoln waved a strange looking marble in his boss and the roles were reversed. His boss could now do his bidding! But, when Ben Dover entered the room and Lincoln was required to address him, Lincoln's new discovery backfired tragically.

The world was harsh. The land was harsh. Fire all around me and car crashes. I wished there was a better life somewhere. Maybe below? Maybe up? For now, I must find out how to live in this place. Maybe it could be in the subway, below. Or the tower up.

Robert didn't like the rock at first because it was turning him off.

The mob guy points the gun at Jean's forehead

The bite of the winter air was bitter as Aaron and Ariel fought to construct their makeshift shelter in frigid Alaskan tundra and escape the frozen peril of hypothermia.

It was a normal day. Me, Rose, was just walking back to school. The wind bowed fast and I was about to be late. I was halfway there when I heard loud screams. These screams were very loud and started to make me worry. I then saw a fire, and people fighting with knifes.

It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, I sat in my room, alone with no spouse.

Run. Don't look back; you need to move. RUN.

The old lady struggled to open the heavy glass door to the doctors office, a little boy flew past her making her lose her footing almost falling.

fang punched the thick glass hoping to escape the abandoned warehouse. he looked around for a key...anything that might help him to break the window. "I'm going to go insane slowly" he thought thinking

It felt like it was just another spring day, but it was’t. It was April fools and Lily knew she and her friend, Maya, were going to make the best prank ever. Lily could already imagine the principal screaming in horror when he finds out. A brilliant plan was forming.

The structure sat on the far side of the moon, always facing away from the Earth. It had 12 arms studded with sensors. It listened and watched on every possible frequency. It had been operating for almost 3 centuries before it recorded the first anomaly.

The cold wind howled as Aaron and Ariel fought the nipping cold winter wind in search of shelter amidst the cold Alaskan wilderness.

I am a silly goose. I like saying the word "silly." Because of how silly I am, everyone calls me a silly goose, too. I am proud to be such a silly goose. My silliness reaches no bounds. So naturally, I got run over by a car while squawking at it silly in the middle of the road.

The golden casserole jumped into the lava and kept screaming for help until the chef came. "Why do you do this?" he yelled. "You jump into lava and scream for help!? Why? You can just not jump into lava!" "Chef sir!" yelled the golden casserole. "But now you look at me yeah?"