A man held Eirin against the wall with her hands, pulling at her shirt. She tried pushing him away, but he was too strong. He held one hand over her mouth just as she was about to call for help. Tears poured down her face, begging for someone to help her.

Lillith wanted her pet Lizard to eat every single person on the face of the earth to please Lord Lucifer. So she crawled out of her underground home with her Lizard in hand ready to conquer and went to the nearest store to have her pet lizard eat people. The store was empty. 🤔

"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.

Mark, Nick, and Leo all became legends after their thousand-demon hunting crusade rid hospitals of demons all over the land. Their single gigantic sword that they wielded together was the key to their success. That is why they panicked when one day their sword went missing.

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.

Day 1: Dear diary, My first day at summer camp was very eventful. We spent most of the day paddling through the river nearby. The trees formed a canopy over the river that covered the sky completely. Tonight we’re going to a haunted house. I can't wait! 👻Rumors say it's real!

He tried putting me into bed, but I groaned, telling him I wasn't tired. "What's the problem?" He finally asked, huffing at me. "I. . Don't want to miss you. I mean, you're being deployed and leaving in the morning. That's the earliest you've ever left before." I sniffled.

„What is my name?”, asked the statue. The final question rang loudly through the ears of the two adventurers. Fletcher couldn’t contain his excitement. This was it. Seven years had lead to this question and a single answer separated them from the lost city. Only one problem-

It was a dark night and Mr.J was still out. I had been eyeing him for three days now, but found nothing. There was just nothing special about the guy. He worked 9 to 5, always went to the same bar and came home early. But tonight was different. He was doing something in the park.

Maxwell was sick of being gaslit all the time by everyone around him. Everyone pretended that the sky was blue and the grass was green, when in reality the sky was pitch black filled with the smoke and toxins of multiple deregulated train crashes and the grass was dead.

I have been keeping track of the days since the start of the crisis. First it was at home, for myself. It’s harder than you expect without power or data. 9 days in, I heard 3 different people say “I’m not sure what day it is.” The next day I started sharing the date publicly.

Miya never thought in all of her life that she would be dragging her boyfriend down into this dark hallway. He'd hit her too many times to count. "What is this all about, Miya?" He touched her lower back, she smacked his hand. "Enough." She waited for the angler. 'For kyle' . . .

He opened the doors and the smell of tobacco immediately filled his nostrils. Alex didn’t care for casinos but he loved money, and this was the only place where he could make the switch. Amidst the flashing lights and music emerged a hooded figure with a glowing red cigar.

Eirin screamed while tears ran down her face. 'Help...Please'. Another nightmare. She gets these often. James was asleep beside her, but didn't hear her. What a heavy sleeper. Her nails dug into her arms as she continued screaming. Only now did James wake up. (what does he do?)

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.

Now that those initial silly days of food fights and the 3 minute rule were over with, it was time for the boring prison escape arc. Mainly because the new regime made a new rule where every prisoner has to participate in a death game once a year, and that doesn't sound very fun.

After two months, she was there again beside him. He hadn't seen her since but he didn't mind. Work has been keeping him busy. She smiled at him, moving over. "The sky waits for us." Her voice is soft and calm. The sun slowly setting in front of them. The streets empty. Just them

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.

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.

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.

The fire raged as Caroline stood near the curb in ripped and bloody clothing; leaning on the mailbox for support. Sirens blared in the distance and her mind went back to how this all started some 12 hours ago when…

The Millers lived in an ordinary house, on an ordinary street, in an ordinary town. They even had an ordinary (ish) dog called Fluffy, but the Millers weren't an ordinary family - oh no. They had one specific trait that made them different:

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.

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!”

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 machine factory smells of oil and a white burning alcohol scent. The hum-hiss-hum of the machinery is soothing. The clapping of steel boots on steel floors. It is grounding. Is is comforting. This is physical sensation of purpose, she thought.

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