"Nay, not the enchanted milk!" cried the maiden, her hands trembling. for she knew well the magic it contained. "Ah but it is actually enchanted whip cream!" The squire proclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "It could bring you many prospects... as long as you try it."

Today was the day. The cucumber sacrifice ritual I was supposed to host was going to start in an instant. I knew the Cats kingdom needed me to hold this event, as I was the only cat in town who did not suffer from cucumbofphobia. It was my duty. Yet here I was, hesitating.

While cleaning out her grandmother's attic, Eliza finds a box of old letters. "Mum, did you know about these?" she asks, holding up a faded envelope.

In this world, you are the victim or the offender, and I refuse to be the victim.

On Tuesday, Megan found herself looking at her self in the mirror without recognising herself?

The cannon had taken them all out, he was the only one left now, however they continued to fire, and he didn’t have much time left.

Elliot’s foot tapped furiously on the hardwood. Whatever the results were would change the trajectory of his life. His mother sat across from him, stone-faced as ever. He could see her silently praying. She did that when she was nervous.

I live in a world where most people willingly become zombies because "everyone else is doing it & they seem fine." And yet that is the world I live in. I have stayed inside, fearing for my life because I don't want to become a zombie, and people think I have some mental illness.

Yes I fondly reminisce of the times we shared. It is not often I find a genuine soul who cares for me and recognizes I too have a soul. It was an enthralling melding of two people which I rarely if ever experience. I miss that person and wish to see them once more.

The students stumbled out of the underground library like a horde of academic zombies.

On a weekend hike, Gregory finds a forgotten cabin. "Do you think anyone still lives here?" he wonders aloud, peering through the dusty window.

Era quase meio-dia. Pedro, estudante da Unicamp, não aguentava mais esperar pelo almoço. Sua

“Are you going to hurt me?” Charli peeped, cowering behind the shelf. She eyed the tall man, noting how his features seemed to sharpen as he lifted his hat to meet her gaze. She wondered if she should start running, though her thoughts were interrupted by the man’s response.

The Bronx office was chaos. It was the last night of the month. One third of the staff was out with the new rat flu variant. There were rolling brownouts all over the borough. There was a triceratops loose on Tremont Boulevard.

Sometimes in life you’re overwhelmed by choices, to the point of paralysis. Right now, you find yourself in the opposite situation. There is only one choice. It won’t be fun, but it’s the only thing you can do. You’ve wracked your brain and don’t see another option.

In a world where people had naturally purple hair, could levitate at least 3 inches off the ground, and surgically removed their fangs to avoid piercing their own lips - I had nothing. Nothing to contribute and nothing to stand for. A “Normie”. With not much to fight for.

The Baguette Boys had pulled off 12 perfect pastry heists in a row. The next one would be their baker’s dozen. It needed to be a spectacular score, and hopefully big enough for them to retire from carbohydrate larceny. What would it be?

Once upon a time in the happiest trek, in the happiest Forest lived the happiness creatures the world has ever know the trolls.

“Well look who it is!”, he shouted. “You buttered crumpet! You double stuffed sandwich cookie! You greasy lemon, you pig in an electric blanket, you shredded clam salad, you!” Blushing, I said, “yes, what is it?” He coughed, then said, “well how are you?”

From the moment Kaily could walk & speak, her parents tried to spark something in her. They tried everything. Potions & spells to awake any magic inside her. But nothing. She grew up watching her sister use water magic to wash the dishes, seeing her sister, she felt… powerless…

So welcome to today's channel. We will be investigating the strange sights at Tokyo. We have a special guest tonight: Romeo Lucci!

She wondered what life was like under the living room table.

Carter ran up and down the grocery store aisles frantically. "Come on, come on, where is it?" He muttered under his breath.

“Reena, you locked the door, right?” Max whispered as they huddled underneath the table. He watched as she swallowed hard, then turn to look at him. “Reena?” “No,” she whispered, hugging his arm tightly. At that moment, the door flew from its hinges, skidding across the room.

The flashlight flickered, then the cave was engulfed in darkness. A chill ran down her spine as she strained to hear any sound in the deafening silence.

The man risked his life for a bag of pretzels.

I was on my way to the shop when I first heard a high, eerie, beautiful sound. At first I thought it was a bird, then an instrument. As the sound developed into a tune, I realized it was a voice. I was frozen in my tracks on the sidewalk. I couldn’t do anything but listen.

It had taken years of work, over a decade of evenings and weekends and spare hours. His attic studio was littered with failures, attempts, and spare parts. He had finally built it: the hologram zipper! Now he just needed

I was a man who had written many stories, but had not a single finished story. A fault that brought me down more than I’d like to admit.

Vash and Cassidy, vash died while bounty hunting and Cassidy thought he just left and they knew each other for 1 and a half years before vash died