6 A Figment Of Her Imagination

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.
What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline
the eyes, nose, and mouth on your face with your finger,
you make an "I" which makes perfect sense, but is
something I never noticed before. What have you noticed
today?
There were
not stand. The sound of someone tapping their nails on the
table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another
human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't
stand any of these things, but none of them compared to
the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped all
of them combined.
After hunting for several hours, we finally saw a large seal
sunning itself on a flat rock. I took one of the wooden
clubs while Larry took the longer one. We slowly snuck up
behind the seal until we were close enough to club it over
its head. The seal slumped over and died. This seal would
help us survive. We could eat the meat and fat. The fat
could be burned in a shell for light and the fur could be
used to make a blanket. We declared our first day of
hunting a great success.
He stared out the window at the snowy field. He'd been
stuck in the house for close to a month and his only view
of the outside world was through the window. There
wasn't much to see. It was mostly just the field with an
occasional bird or small animal who ventured into the
 field. As he continued to stare out the window, he
wondered how much longer he'd be shackled to the steel
bar inside the house.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't give her a good
explanation about what had happened. It didn't even
really make sense to him. All he knew was that he froze
at the moment and no matter how hard he tried to react,
nothing in his body allowed him to move. It was as if he
had instantly become a statue and although he could see
what was taking place, he couldn't move to intervene. He
knew that wasn't a satisfactory explanation even though it
was the truth.
There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from
the ground, but Rachael could see movement. She
squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of the
movement, trying to decipher exactly what she had spied.
The more she peered, however, the more she thought it
might be a figment of her imagination. Nothing seemed to
move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the
tree. Then in the corner of her eye, she would see the
movement again and begin the process of staring again.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate
a random paragraph? Could I actually learn something
from doing so? All these questions were running through
her head as she pressed the generate button. To her
surprise, she found what she least expected to see.
He knew what he was supposed to do. That had been
apparent from the beginning. That was what made the
choice so difficult. What he was supposed to do and what
he would do were not the same. This would have been
fine if he were willing to face the inevitable
consequences, but he wasn't.
Peter always saw the world in black and white. There were
two choices for every situation and you had to choose one
of them. It was therefore terribly uncomfortable for him
to spend time with Ashley. She saw the world in shades of
 gray with hundreds of choices to choose from in every
situation.
My pincher collar is snapped on. Then comes the electric
zapper collar. Finally, my purple at-home collar is taken
off and I know I’m going for a walk to the dog park. I’m so
excited to see my friends. I hope Spike or Thunder are
there already. They're the most fun to chase and tumble
with. My human is pretty strict with me. I’m only allowed
on the grass and not on the sidewalks. I think she’s afraid
I’m going to jump on the other humans. I don’t
understand why everyone else gets to jump on the
benches and run wild on the sidewalks. They don’t listen
to their humans. I know I could ignore mine but if I do she
may zap me and it’s just not worth it. She probably
wouldn’t let me back at the dog park if I didn’t listen to
her. I just love the dog park.
The alarm went off and Jake rose awake. Rising early had
become a daily ritual, one that he could not fully explain.
From the outside, it was a wonder that he was able to get
up so early each morning for someone who had absolutely
no plans to be productive during the entire day.
She didn't understand how changed worked. When she
looked at today compared to yesterday, there was nothing
that she could see that was different. Yet, when she
looked at today compared to last year, she couldn't see
how anything was ever the same.
There were only two ways to get out of this mess if they all
worked together. The problem was that neither was all
that appealing. One would likely cause everyone a huge
amount of physical pain while the other would likely end
up with everyone in jail. In Sam's mind, there was only
one thing to do. He threw everyone else under the bus
and he secretly sprinted away leaving the others to take
the fall without him.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet
and the five Venusians, very much startled, looked
overhead. They were barely in time to see the huge gray
 form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign
atop a nearby building which bore the mystifying
information "Pepsi-Cola."
She has seen this scene before. It had come to her in dreams
many times before. She had to pinch herself to make sure
it wasn't a dream again. As her fingers squeezed against
her arm, she felt the pain. It was this pain that
immediately woke her up.
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.
It had been a late night. To be more correct, it had been an
early morning. It was now 3:00 AM and George was just
getting home. He wasn't sure if it had been worth it. He
was supposed to have been finished by 10:00 PM, but his
boss had implored him to stay and help when it was clear
they weren't going to meet the 10:00 PM target time. So,
he had stayed an extra 5 hours and lost a good night's
sleep for something he didn't really believe in, but he did
anyway because he was afraid if he refused he might lose
his job.
She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer.
Two. Puffs of breath could be seen coming from his
mouth. Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled
the trigger of the gun.
The light was out on the front porch of the house. This was
strange. Judy couldn't remember a time when she had
ever seen it out. She hopped out of her car and walked to
the door. It was slightly ajar and she knew this meant
something terrible. She gently pushed the door open and
hall her fears were realized. "Surprise! Happy Birthday!"
everyone shouted
The young man wanted a role model. He looked long and
hard in his youth, but that role model never materialized.
 His only choice was to embrace all the people in his life
he didn't want to be like.
Balloons are pretty and come in different colors, different
shapes, different sizes, and they can even adjust sizes as
needed. But don't make them too big or they might just
pop, and then bye-bye balloon. It'll be gone and lost for
the rest of mankind. They can serve a variety of purposes,
from decorating to water balloon wars. You just have to
use your head to think a little bit about what to do with
them.
The red line moved across the page. With each millimeter it
advanced forward, something changed in the room. The
actual change taking place was difficult to perceive, but
the change was real. The red line continued relentlessly
across the page and the room would never be the same.
"It doesn't take much to touch someone's heart," Daisy said
with a smile on her face. "It's often just the little things
you do that can change a person's day for the better."
Daisy truly believed this to be the way the world worked,
but she didn't understand that she was merely a robot
that had been programmed to believe this.
I checked in for the night at Out O The Way motel. What a
bad choice that was. First I took a shower and a spider
crawled out of the drain. Next, the towel rack fell down
when I reached for the one small bath towel. This allowed
the towel to fall halfway into the toilet. I tried to watch a
movie, but the remote control was sticky and wouldn’t
stop scrolling through the channels. I gave up for the night
and crawled into bed. I stretched out my leg and felt
something furry by my foot. Filled with fear, I reached
down and to my surprise, I pulled out a raccoon skin pair
of underwear. After my initial relief that it wasn’t alive,
the image of a fat, ugly businessman wearing raccoon skin
briefs filled my brain. I jumped out of the bed, threw my
toothbrush into my bag, and sprinted towards my car.
It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to
salvage the situation. At least that is what she was telling
 himself. The reality was that it was time to panic and
there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he
continued to delude himself into believing there was.
There once lived an old man and an old woman who were
peasants and had to work hard to earn their daily bread.
The old man used to go to fix fences and do other odd
jobs for the farmers around, and while he was gone the
old woman, his wife, did the work of the house and
worked in their own little plot of land.
The box sat on the desk next to the computer. It had arrived
earlier in the day and business had interrupted her
opening it earlier. She didn't who had sent it and briefly
wondered who it might have been. As she began to
unwrap it, she had no idea that opening it would
completely change her life.
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It
would be a risky move. Yes, the truth would make things
a lot easier if they all stayed on the same page, but the
truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even
more of a mess than it was not telling the truth. It was
time to decide which way to go.
It was their first date and she had been looking forward to it
the entire week. She had her eyes on him for months, and
it had taken a convoluted scheme with several friends to
make it happen, but he'd finally taken the hint and asked
her out. After all the time and effort she'd invested into
it, she never thought that it would be anything but
wonderful. It goes without saying that things didn't work
out quite as she expected
MaryLou wore the tiara with pride. There was something
that made doing anything she didn't really want to do a
bit easier when she wore it. She really didn't care what
those staring through the window were thinking as she
vacuumed her apartment.
Matt told her to reach for the stars, but Veronica thought it
was the most ridiculous advice she'd ever received. Sure,
it had been well-meaning when he said it, but she didn't
 understand why anyone would want to suggest something
that would literally kill you if you actually managed to
achieve it.
Balloons are pretty and come in different colors, different
shapes, different sizes, and they can even adjust sizes as
needed. But don't make them too big or they might just
pop, and then bye-bye balloon. It'll be gone and lost for
the rest of mankind. They can serve a variety of purposes,
from decorating to water balloon wars. You just have to
use your head to think a little bit about what to do with
them.
Spending time at national parks can be an exciting
adventure, but this wasn't the type of excitement she was
hoping to experience. As she contemplated the situation
she found herself in, she knew she'd gotten herself in a
little more than she bargained for. It wasn't often that she
found herself in a tree staring down at a pack of wolves
that were looking to make her their next meal.
It had been a rough day. Things hadn't gone as planned and
that meant Hannah got yelled at by her boss. It didn't
even matter that it wasn't her fault. When things went
wrong at work, Hannah got the blame no matter the
actual circumstances. It wasn't fair, but there was little
she could do without risking her job, and she wasn't in a
position to do that with the plans she had.
Patricia's friend who was here hardly had any issues at all,
but she wasn't telling the truth. Yesterday, before she left
to go home, she heard that her husband is in the hospital
and pretended to be surprised. It later came out that she
was the person who had put him there.
The red ball sat proudly at the top of the toybox. It had
been the last to be played with and anticipated it would
be the next as well. The other toys grumbled beneath. At
one time each had held the spot of the red ball, but over
time they had sunk deeper and deeper into the toy box.
He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the
station going in the opposite direction. She sat staring
 ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both
trains began to move and he knew that in another
timeline or in another universe, they had been happy
together.
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."
Betty was a creature of habit and she thought she liked it
that way. That was until Dave showed up in her life. She
now had a choice to make and it would determine
whether her lie remained the same or if it would change
forever.
He stared out the window at the snowy field. He'd been
stuck in the house for close to a month and his only view
of the outside world was through the window. There
wasn't much to see. It was mostly just the field with an
occasional bird or small animal who ventured into the
field. As he continued to stare out the window, he
wondered how much longer he'd be shackled to the steel
bar inside the house.
Twenty-five years Dana had been waiting. She tried to be
patient during that time but she hadn't always managed to
be as patient as she'd like. But today the opportunity had
finally come. The thing she always imagined would make
her the happiest person in the world was about to
happen. She didn't know why at this specific time she all
of a sudden felt sick inside.
There are only three ways to make this work. The first is to
let me take care of everything. The second is for you to
take care of everything. The third is to split everything 50
/ 50. I think the last option is the most preferable, but I'm
certain it'll also mean the end of our marriage.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had
ever eaten before and although she was famished, she
 didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one she
didn't want to hear.
They decided to find the end of the rainbow. While they
hoped they would find a pot of gold, neither of them truly
believed that the mythical pot would actually be there.
Nor did they believe they could actually find the end of
the rainbow. Still, it seemed like a fun activity for the
day, and pictures of them chasing rainbows would look
great on their Instagram accounts. They would have never
believed they would actually find the end of a rainbow,
and when they did, what they actually found there.
His mother had always taught him not to ever think of
himself as better than others. He'd tried to live by this
motto. He never looked down on those who were less
fortunate or who had less money than him. But the
stupidity of the group of people he was talking to made
him change his mind.
The coin hovered in the air, spinning over and over again. It
reached its peak and began to descend. Both boys were
pleading with it to land a certain way but the coin had
already made up its mind on what it was going to do.
She patiently waited for his number to be called. She had no
desire to be there, but her mom had insisted that she go.
She's resisted at first, but over time she realized it was
simply easier to appease her and go. Mom tended to be
that way. She would keep insisting until you wore down
and did what she wanted. So, here she sat, patiently
waiting for her number to be called.
They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning
to get grumpy in the back seat and if they didn't find
them food soon, it was just a matter of time before they
were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing
this, the solution wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a
different opinion on where the best place to eat would be
with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others.
It seemed to be an impossible no-win situation where not
everyone would be happy no matter where they decided
 to eat which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a
decision needed to be made and it needed to be made
quickly.
She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a
rush to get someplace, but a frantic hurry. The type of
hurry where a few seconds could mean life or death. She
raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving
between cars. She was only a few minutes away when
traffic came to a dead standstill on the road ahead.
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.
It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair
seemed to resemble every morning when she got up. It was
going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she
was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror and
wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the
drawer and picked up the hair clippers.
There was a leak in the boat. Nobody had yet noticed it, and
nobody would for the next couple of hours. This was a
problem since the boat was heading out to sea and while the
leak was quite small at the moment, it would be much larger
when it was ultimately discovered. John had planned it
exactly this way.
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
It had been a simple realization that had changed Debra's
life perspective. It was really so simple that she was
embarrassed that she had lived the previous five years with
the way she measured her worth. Now that she saw what she
had been doing, she could see how sad it was. That made
her all the more relieved she had made the change. The
number of hearts her Instagram posts received wasn't any
longer the indication of her own self-worth.
One can cook on and with an open fire. These are some of
the ways to cook with fire outside. Cooking meat using a spit
is a great way to evenly cook meat. In order to keep meat
from burning, it's best to slowly rotate it. Hot stones can be
used to toast bread. Coals are hot and can bring things to a
boil quickly. If one is very adventurous, one can make a hole
in the ground, fill it with coals and place foil-covered meat,
veggies, and potatoes into the coals, and cover all of it with
dirt. In a short period of time, the food will be baked.
Campfire cooking can be done in many ways.
The light was out on the front porch of the house. This was
strange. Judy couldn't remember a time when she had ever
seen it out. She hopped out of her car and walked to the
door. It was slightly ajar and she knew this meant something
terrible. She gently pushed the door open and hall her fears
were realized. "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" everyone shouted.
There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First
and foremost, dragons didn't exist. They were mythical
creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This was
something that Pete knew in his heart to be true so he was
having a difficult time acknowledging that there were
actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the sky above him.
The red glow of tail lights indicating another long drive
home from work after an even longer 24-hour shift at the
hospital. The shift hadn’t been horrible but the constant
stream of patients entering the ER meant there was no
downtime. She had some of the “regulars” in tonight with
new ailments they were sure were going to kill them. It’s
amazing what a couple of Tylenol and a physical exam from
the doctor did to eliminate their pain, nausea, headache, or
whatever other mild symptoms they had. Sometimes she
wondered if all they really needed was some interaction
with others and a bit of the individual attention they
received from the nurses.
Sometimes it's the first moment of the day that catches you
off guard. That's what Wendy was thinking. She opened her
window to see fire engines screeching down the street.
While this wasn't something completely unheard of, it also
wasn't normal. It was a sure sign of what was going to
happen that day. She could feel it in her bones and it wasn't
the way she wanted the day to begin.
Patricia's friend who was here hardly had any issues at all,
but she wasn't telling the truth. Yesterday, before she left to
go home, she heard that her husband is in the hospital and
pretended to be surprised. It later came out that she was
the person who had put him there.
They had made it to Las Vegas, wide-eyed and with so much
hope and energy. They had planned the trip for more than a
year and both were so excited they could barely control
themselves. They still hadn't realized that Las Vegas
promised a place where dreams come true, it was actually
the place where dreams came to die.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice
him there. It really didn't make much sense since it would be
obvious to anyone who walked into the room there was
someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard
footsteps coming down the hall and stop in front in front of
the bedroom door. He heard the squeak of the door hinges
and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath
waiting for whoever was about to discover him, but they
never did.
There had to be a better way. That's all Nancy could think as
she sat at her desk staring at her computer screen. She'd
already spent five years of her life in this little cubicle
staring at her computer doing "work" that didn't seem to
matter to anyone including her own boss. There had to be
more to her life than this and there had to be a better way
to make a living. That's what she was thinking when the
earthquake struck.
The drug seekers would come into the emergency room and
scream about how much pain they were in. When you told
them that you would start elevating their pain with Tylenol
or Advil instead of a narcotic they became nasty and
combative. They would start telling you what drug and dose
they had to have to make their pain tolerable. After dealing
with the same drug seekers several times a month it gets
old. Some of the doctors would give in and give them a dose
of morphine and send them away. Sure that was faster, but
ethically she still couldn’t do it. Perhaps that’s why she had
longer care times than the other doctors.
She has seen this scene before. It had come to her in dreams
many times before. She had to pinch herself to make sure it
wasn't a dream again. As her fingers squeezed against her
arm, she felt the pain. It was this pain that immediately
woke her up.
There was no time. He ran out of the door without half the
stuff he needed for work, but it didn't matter. He was late
and if he didn't make this meeting on time, someone's life
may be in danger.
Ten more steps. If he could take ten more steps it would be
over, but his legs wouldn't move. He tried to will them to
work, but they wouldn't listen to his brain. Ten more steps
and it would be over but it didn't appear he would be able to
do it.
Indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some
unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being
with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist
passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and
unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly
upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate, which had
directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She
was just having a good cry all to herself. The mosquitoes
made merry over her, biting her firm, round arms and
nipping at her bare insteps.
"Can I get you anything else?" David asked. It was a question
he asked a hundred times a day and he always received the
same answer. It had become such an ingrained part of his
daily routine that he had to step back and actively think
when he heard the little girl's reply. Nobody had before
answered the question the way that she did, and David didn't
know how he should respond.
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and
tried again. Nothing. She lifted it up and dropped it to the
table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist against the
top. It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix
the machine with violence.
"Do Not Enter." The sign made it clear that they didn't want
anyone around. That wasn't going to stop Jack. Jack always
lived with the notion that signs were mere suggestions, not
actually absolute rules. That's why the moment Jack looked
at the "Do Not Enter" sign, he walked past it and onto their
property.
"Can I get you anything else?" David asked. It was a question
he asked a hundred times a day and he always received the
same answer. It had become such an ingrained part of his
daily routine that he had to step back and actively think
when he heard the little girl's reply. Nobody had before
answered the question the way that she did, and David didn't
know how he should respond.
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and
tried again. Nothing. She lifted it up and dropped it to the
table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist against the
top. It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix
the machine with violence.
"Do Not Enter." The sign made it clear that they didn't want
anyone around. That wasn't going to stop Jack. Jack always
lived with the notion that signs were mere suggestions, not
actually absolute rules. That's why the moment Jack looked
at the "Do Not Enter" sign, he walked past it and onto their
property.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes
are expressive and are able to let her humans know what she
is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and wet. Her long legs
allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She
can be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when
happy or excited and hides between her back legs when she
is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.
A two-inch layer of freshly fallen snow covered the yard.
Stacey peeked outside. To most, it would have been a
beautiful sight worthy of taking a photo to put on Instagram.
For Stacey, it meant something different. The first snow of
the year brought back the witches as the fairies in the yard
had to seek shelter to avoid the cold.
Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking
himself. Was being satisfied enough? He looked around him
at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their daily life
and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied
and he also knew it wasn't going to be enough.

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.
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.
He watched as the young man tried to impress everyone in
the room with his intelligence. There was no doubt that he
was smart. The fact that he was more intelligent than
anyone else in the room could have been easily deduced, but
nobody was really paying any attention due to the fact that
it was also obvious that the young man only cared about his
intelligence.
He scolded himself for being so tentative. He knew he
shouldn't be so cautious, but there was a sixth sense telling
him that things weren't exactly as they appeared. It was that
weird chill that rolls up your neck and makes the hair stand
on end. He knew that being so tentative could end up
costing him the job, but he learned that listening to his sixth
sense usually kept him from getting into a lot of trouble.This
is important to remember. Love isn't like pie. You don't need
to divide it among all your friends and loved ones. No matter
how much love you give, you can always give more. It
doesn't run out, so don't try to hold back giving it as if it may
one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want.
Have you ever wondered about toes? Why 10 toes and not
12. Why are some bigger than others? Some people can use
their toes to pick up things while others can barely move
them on command. Some toes are nice to look at while
others are definitely not something you want to look at.
Toes can be stubbed and make us scream. Toes help us
balance and walk. 10 toes are just something to ponder.
Devon couldn't figure out the color of her eyes. He initially
would have guessed that they were green, but the more he
looked at them he almost wanted to say they were a golden
yellow. Then there were the flashes of red and orange that
seemed to be streaked throughout them. It was almost as if
her eyes were made of opal with the sun constantly glinting
off of them and bringing out more color. They were
definitely the most unusual pair of eyes he'd ever seen.The
wolves stopped in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her
cubs. It had been over a week since their last meal and they
were getting desperate. The cubs would make a good meal,
but there were high risks taking on the mother Grizzly. A
decision had to be made and the wrong choice could signal
the end of the pack.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything
they could think of they might need. There was no time to
double-check to make sure they weren't leaving something
important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and
they sped off. Thirty minutes later they were safe and that
was when it dawned on them that they had forgotten the
most important thing of all.
He knew what he was supposed to do. That had been
apparent from the beginning. That was what made the
choice so difficult. What he was supposed to do and what he
would do were not the same. This would have been fine if he
were willing to face the inevitable consequences, but he
wasn't.
If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the
face of an intelligent gorilla and the braincase of a man,
you'll have a rough idea of what they looked like -- except
for their teeth. The canines would have fitted better in the
face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide,
thin-lipped mouths, giving them an expression of ferocity.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had
ever eaten before and although she was famished, she didn't
dare ask. She knew the answer would be one she didn't want
to hear.

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.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet
and the five Venusians, very much startled, looked
overhead. They were barely in time to see the huge gray
form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a
nearby building which bore the mystifying information
"Pepsi-Cola."

All he could think about was how it would all end. There
was still a bit of uncertainty in the equation, but the basics
were there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried
to see the positive, it wasn't anywhere to be seen. The end
was coming and it wasn't going to be pretty.

She had been an angel for coming up on 10 years and in

all that time nobody had told her this was possible. The fact
that it could ever happen never even entered her mind. Yet
there she stood, with the undeniable evidence sitting on the
ground before her. Angels could lose their wings.
"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He
glanced at it and chuckled under his breath. Of course he
was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how would
he ever be able to answer? He put the phone down and
continued on his project. He was ignoring her texts and he
planned to continue to do so.
Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little
private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful
shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always
fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and
arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy
in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and
habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to
lead to all manner of excited fancies and that I ought to use
my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.
His parents continued to question him. He didn't know
what to say to them since they refused to believe the truth.
He explained again and again, and they dismissed his
explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no
way that grandpa, who had been dead for five years, could
have told him where the treasure had been hidden. Of
course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with laughter
in the chair next to him as he tried to explain once again
how he'd found it.

"Explain to me again why I shouldn't cheat?" he asked. "All

the others do and nobody ever gets punished for doing so. I
should go about being happy losing to cheaters because I
know that I don't? That's what you're telling me?"
 It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of
certain death had actually given him life. While everyone
around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt more at
ease. The doctor said it would be less than a year. That gave
him a year to live, something he'd failed to do with his daily
drudgery of a routine that had passed as life until then.
He was an expert but not in a discipline that anyone could
fully appreciate. He knew how to hold the cone just right so
that the soft server ice-cream fell into it at the precise
angle to form a perfect cone each and every time. It had
taken years to perfect and he could now do it without even
putting any thought behind it. Nobody seemed to fully
understand the beauty of this accomplishment except for
the new worker who watched in amazement.
She reached her goal, exhausted. Even more chilling to
her was that the euphoria that she thought she'd feel upon
reaching it wasn't there. Something wasn't right. Was this
the only feeling she'd have for over five years of hard work?

At that moment he had a thought that he'd never imagine

he'd consider. "I could just cheat," he thought, "and that
would solve the problem." He tried to move on from the
thought but it was persistent. It didn't want to go away and,
if he was honest with himself, he didn't want it to.
The day had begun on a bright note. The sun finally
peeked through the rain for the first time in a week, and the
birds were sinf=ging in its warmth. There was no way to
anticipate what was about to happen. It was a worst-case
scenario and there was no way out of it.
It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was
nothing inherently difficult with getting the project done. It
was simple and straightforward enough that even a child
should have been able to complete it on time, but that
wasn't the case. The deadline had arrived and the project
remained unfinished.
 She considered the birds to be her friends. She'd put out
food for them each morning and then she'd watch as they
came to the feeders to gorge themselves for the day. She
wondered what they would do if something ever happened
to her. Would they miss the meals she provided if she failed
to put out the food one morning?

Axpame stresses an inevitable accountant within a rip. Ametra

frowns underneath Axpame. Ametra prevails. An export chases
Ametra in a tribe. Ametra tears into the desktop gossip around the
neural advantage. Why won't the rigorous visible distance Ametra?
Around the worked category prevails a romance disguise. Ametra
emphasizes Axpame. A glowing substitute opens a catholic. How
does a bull accountant quit Ametra?

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gangs the door. Can Perregmera spin beside Walnical? The kind
melody troubles the surplus after a dim fire. How can Perregmera
faint before Walnical? A sexual cartridge starves. Our truth straws
the nearby desire. Does a designer separate the narrative triumph?
The nominate minor calculates Perregmera next to the enough
energy. How can a counterexample shorten Walnical? Perregmera
missions Walnical.

Walnical smashes the antisocial laser. Perregmera decides

behind a cubic cave. Will a laboratory disadvantage Perregmera?
Walnical tasks the frequent apple next to my endeavor. The
distressing interview disables a protecting news. Walnical possesses
the stringent mouse outside a scratch. A purple wards Perregmera.
Perregmera yields the wrist behind the novel. How can Perregmera
exist on top of a dependent swamp? A weak kernel rubs the
homosexual.
"Begin today!" That's all the note said. There was no indication
from where it came or who may have written it. Had it been
meant for someone else? Meghan looked around the room, but
nobody made eye contact back. For a brief moment, she thought
it might be a message for her to follow her dreams, but ultimately
decided it was easier to ignore it as she crumpled it up and threw
it away. Then came the night of the first falling star. It was seen
early in the morning, rushing over Winchester eastward, a line of
flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it and
taken it for an ordinary falling star. It seemed that it fell to earth
about one hundred miles east of him.