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.

We were in the sketchiest part of town. The doors opened and the scent of beer, stale pizza and tobacco permeated into our souls. The sign said music instrument swap, but this was by no means an adequate description. Two hookers, looking thicc and fot immediately hit on us. Weird

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

actually a prosecutor with a backbone, ready to surprise arrest them after a decade of evidence-building, preparing to be blackmailed, and getting Glorbinski and Scot Free to let their guards down. Bennie clapped his hands. The partiers all drew their guns. "You're under arrest."

After months of hiding, I'm back in the Hollow. I can sense that Quinn has been here. I can smell it. A figure appears out of nowhere, questioning me with a southern accent. A vampire. "What do you want?" He asked me after I told him I was looking for Quinn. "Help." I stared.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The woman on the other end asked me. As Jackson continued with his seizure, I panicked, trying to tell her that he was scaring me. She sent an ambulance and stayed on the line with me, telling me to remain calm. They took him with Lulu in the back.

I'm a rare prosecutor with a backbone, going after the rich and corrupt who knowingly and openly plotted to destroy the world with climate crime. The temperatures are rising and the wildlife is dying, and those mafia oligarchs continue shattering CO2 records. I'm gonna fight em.

I ran down the street, the police cars zooming behind me. My entire body is covered in blood. Everything was just okay. Until. . .Until his head exploded, splashing blood on anyone around him. A police officer grabbed my arms, shouting. I cried. A 23 year and old and I'm crying.

Planet Neptune. A gas giant filled to the brim with gas. Not a single solid landmass to stand on, besides the core. No one would expect a single living thing to be there. That's why it's the perfect hiding spot for a thief like me. I'm a space thief hiding in Neptune. Neat stuff.

I’m ready for the festival. I have a purple tracksuit and a silver tank top. I have fresh new silver sneaks. And I have a bucket hat that cycles through colors in time with the music. Everyone is a star at the festival, but I’m going to shine very brightly!

I can’t drink anything else my body will be in bed for days.

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.

Había una vez un señor que vivía en una montaña.

Listening just to hear, and too soon drawing near, a howl amidst the sky, the prey watchful and hunter sly, a drone humming or a passer-by, soon we will all know why. Tonight is the night we must decide, will we hang tight or will we ride? The stranger waited and in came the tide

Today came faster than I thought that it would. Noah and Jackson packed the very last box into the moving truck and chatted while I sat in the passenger seat of Jackson's K-5. Jackson must have seen my anxiety, because he waved Noah off and sat in the truck beside me.

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...

I miss them. . .Lulu and Jackson have been gone for six whole months. There have been so many storms. I hate storms. Usually, Jackson and Lulu will comfort me, but I'm alone. Maybe I deserve this. Jackson's voice rang in my ear. "How have you been, D?" He asked.

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.