Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick.

It may seem silly, but cake people

and pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you are, but that's not for me to
decide. So, what is it? Cake or pie?

Finding the red rose in the mailbox was a pleasant surprise for Sarah. She didn't have a
boyfriend or know of anyone who was interested in her as anything more than a friend. There
wasn't even a note attached to it. Although it was a complete mystery, it still made her heart
jump and race a little more than usual. She wished that she could simply accept the gesture and
be content knowing someone had given it to her, but that wasn't the way Sarah did things. Now
it was time to do a little detective work and try to figure who had actually left the red rose.

It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice seemed
simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of most. It was the
easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually preferred it.

Many people say that life isn't like a bed of roses. I beg to differ. I think that life is quite like a
bed of roses. Just like life, a bed of roses looks pretty on the outside, but when you're in it, you
find that it is nothing but thorns and pain. I myself have been pricked quite badly.

There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe. All one had to do was look at it to know that
with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been able to work one out if he
had a bit of time to think things through, but time was something he didn't have. A choice
needed to be made, and it needed to be made quickly.

Wandering down the path to the pond had become a daily routine. Even when the weather
wasn't cooperating like today with the wind and rain, Jerry still took the morning stroll down
the path until he reached the pond. Although there didn't seem to be a particular reason Jerry
did this to anyone looking in from the outside, those who knew him well knew exactly what was
going on. It could all be traced back to a specific incident that happened exactly 5 years
previously.

There was only half a worm in the apple. At first, Judy didn't quite comprehend what this
meant. "Why would only half a worm be living in an apple?" she wondered. And then it dawned
on her. Judy quickly spit out the bite she had just taken expecting to see the other half of the
worm. It ended up being much worse than that.
The towels had been hanging from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and quite
frankly, just plain ugly. Debra didn't want to touch them but she really didn't have a choice. It
was important for her to see what was living within them.

Samantha wanted to be famous. The problem was that she had never considered all the
downsides to actually being famous. Had she taken the time to objectively consider these
downsides, she would have never agreed to publically sing that first song.

He heard the song coming from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his ears. Although it
was soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a little too soft and a little too calming for
everything that was going on. He wanted it to be nothing more than beautiful music coming
from the innocent and pure joy of singing, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely
some type of trap.

There were about twenty people on the dam. Most of them were simply walking and getting
exercise. There were a few who were fishing. There was a family who had laid down a blanket
and they were having a picnic. It was like this most days and nothing seemed out of the
ordinary. The problem was that nobody noticed the water leaking through the dam wall.

The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the case, yet none
of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting for one of the others to
make the first move so they could follow a step or two behind and help. The situation
demanded a leader and all three men were followers.

How had she been so wrong? All her instincts and intuition completely failed her for the first
time in her life. She had so heavily relied on both when making decisions up until this moment
and she felt a seismic shift take place in her self-confidence. If she could be so completely
wrong about something so simple as this, how could she make decisions about really important
things taking place in her life? She wasn't sure what she should do next.

The thing that's great about this job is the time sourcing the items involves no traveling. I just
look online to buy it. It's really as simple as that. While everyone else is searching for what they
can sell, I sit in front of my computer and buy better stuff for less money and spend a fraction of
the time doing it.
The spot was perfect for camouflage. At least that's what she thought when she picked the
spot. She couldn't imagine that anyone would ever be able to see her in these surroundings. So
there she sat, confident that she was hidden from the world and safe from danger.
Unfortunately, she had not anticipated that others may be looking upon her from other angles,
and now they were stealthily descending toward her hiding spot.