"It's never good to give them details," Janice told her sister.

"Always be a little
vague and keep them guessing." Her sister listened intently and nodded in
agreement. She didn't fully understand what her sister was saying but that
didn't matter. She loved her so much that she would have agreed to whatever
came out of her mouth.

She needed glasses. It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she
could see with them. When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that
she could see not only the physical but also beyond. It was like a superpower.
But she needed glasses.

She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would
likely be the most important word of her life. It had to be exact with no
possibility of being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked deeply into his
eyes and said, "Octopus."

The river slowly meandered through the open space. It had hidden secrets that
it didn't want to reveal. It had a well-planned strategy to appear calm, inviting,
and appealing. That's how the river lured her unknowing victims to her water's
edge.

She glanced up into the sky to watch the clouds taking shape. First, she saw a
dog. Next, it was an elephant. Finally, she saw a giant umbrella and at that
moment the rain began to pour.

You can decide what you want to do in life, but I suggest doing something that
creates. Something that leaves a tangible thing once you're done. That way
even after you're gone, you will still live on in the things you created.

It wasn't supposed to end that way. The plan had been meticulously thought
out and practiced again and again. There was only one possible result once it
had been implemented, but as they stood there the result wasn't anything
close to what it should have been. They all blankly looked at each wondering
how this could have happened. In their minds, they all began to blame the
other members of the group as to why they had failed.

It was the first day of the rest of her life. This wasn't the day she was actually
born, but she knew that nothing would be the same from this day forward.
Although this was a bit scary to her, it was also extremely freeing. Her past was
no longer a burden or something that she needed to be concerned about and
defend. She threw off the covers keeping her warm in bed, placed her feet
over the side of the bed, slipped on her slipper, and took the first step of the
first day of her new life.

The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours
before and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question
now was whether or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see
why it had moved. The answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped
the package into the mailbox so he would never have to see it again.

Mary had to make a decision and she knew that whatever decision she made,
it would upset someone. It seemed like such a silly reason for people to get
upset but she knew the minute that she began to consider doing it that there
was no way everyone in her life would be pleased with what she ultimately
decided to do. It was simply a question of who she would rather displease
most. While this had always been her parents, and especially her mom, in the
past that she tried to keep from upsetting, she decided that this time the
person she was going to please the most with her decision was herself.

He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip of the drink. He had tasted this
before, but he couldn't quite remember the time and place it had happened.
He desperately searched his mind trying to locate and remember where he had
tasted this when the bicycle ran over his foot.

Another option you have is choosing the number of syllables in the words you
speak. You probably have never considered this option before, but you have it
every time you open your mouth and speak. You make so many choices like
this that you never even think about, but you have the choice with each one.
What are you going to do with this knowledge?

He sat across from her trying to imagine it was the first time. It wasn't. Had it
been a hundred? It quite possibly could have been. Two hundred? Probably
not. His mind wandered until he caught himself and again tried to imagine it
was the first time.

"So, what do you think?" he asked nervously. He wanted to know the answer,
but at the same time, he didn't. He'd put his heart and soul into the project
and he wasn't sure he'd be able to recover if they didn't like what he produced.
The silence from the others in the room seemed to last a lifetime even though
it had only been a moment since he asked the question. "So, what do you
think?" he asked again.

The shoes had been there for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, it was
difficult for anyone to come up with a date they had first appeared. It had
seemed they'd always been there and yet they seemed so out of place. Why
nobody had removed them was a question that had been asked time and
again, but while they all thought it, nobody had ever found the energy to
actually do it. So, the shoes remained on the steps, out of place in one sense,
but perfectly normal in another.