"So, Ms. Clare. What qualities would make you an asset to this company?" asked the suit across from her. Lyla Clare thought of her relevant skills, dismissing them one by one. A shipping company wasn't likely to need covert operations, or explosives expertise, or... "Ms. Clare?"

This story line belongs to someone who wants to take it further.

The first day we met, my friends were saying rude things as you were bad and why i was so kind and caring for you, and what happened next ?

The light, it came from the knives, which were apparently made with an illegal material smuggled from another planet, that, when dropped too hard or put too much pressure on it, sends a beacon of war to the planet. Crazy right? One small mistake and the whole planet is doomed.

Leslie watched her fiancee read the first clue. The way her eyes twitched and squinted, the way her lips curled into a satisfactory grin. Raja placed the sheet down, reciting the poem. “One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth, Five for silver..”

First I thought I was blind but noticed that my surrounding was completely black. Suddenly a door in front of me was being opened. Confused I stumbled forward into the light. I heard a crowd and a loud voice from above yelled. "Welcome all, this will be a fight to the death"!

'Twas the night before Halloween. Jasmine and Elvis packed up their things after Men's Zone leaving Danielle behind to finish her schoolwork. "Get home safe," they yelled, the door clicking shut. Alone Danielle tried to focus but humming, creaks, and shuffles echoed in theoffice.

Ginger took a sip from her mug and grimaced. "Well, what did you expect?" said Tyler, who had been watching her for who knows how long. "I dunno Ty," she said, "maybe coffee? This is a coffee mug and generally that DOES lead one to expect coffee."

Barbie Holmes was ready to investigate her first crime scene. She exited her pink police car, the door shutting with a satisfying thud. Being a detective was not easy, but it paid well. She approached the porch of 122 Carrot Circle, keeping an eye out for anything out of place.

There is so much that I have to say But, somehow your silence comes in my way

Jerome worked as an engineer at a large company. Every day, he brought home something new to show to his children.

What kid ever received a letter back in return? Sure, lots of us write to Santa Clause every year, but who besides me ever gets a reply?

Nora was in love with a man that didn’t love her. Yet he was her escape from life, he couldn’t escape her mind no matter how hard she tried. Nora moved to another city, she thought moving around would make her feel better. She attempted to let go of her lover to try to recover.

In the end, it wasn’t his fault Nor was it hers.

It was a hard night of sleeping and I was tossing and turning, so I flipped on my side, facing the wall as the back of my hand brushed against something, pulsating, I had touched it. And when I flipped onto my other side, turning my back to it, it took that moment… to pounce.

The door creaked open, revealing a long forgotten room. Hesitance filled the orphan’s stomachs but that feeling soon wore off. Hand in hand, they inched forward.

“I’ll tell yer one thing” my dad told me, “if it’s it’s a circle it will bounce back, if it’s a square then leave it right there” I don’t know what it means; I’m beginning to suspect he had shape-syndrome, a study I’ve recently taken part of as a a psychiatrist is training.

Marc and Joline had been friends for many years. Despite long gaps in communication, their reunions felt familiar and comforting as if no time had passed. They quickly fell back into the easy camaraderie that characterized their friendship.

Do you know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? Well I do and boy do I have a story about how I met him. It was a fairly boring day, as Mondays usually are, and I was driving to work when suddenly a Muffin delivery truck ran a red light in front of me and crashed into a wall

It was an ordinary day at the office of the private eye, if it weren't for the fact that my boss was out because of a cold. I wanted to close the office, but no, no, my boss had insisted I at least take in any cases people wanted him to investigate.

It was definitely not the way things were supposed to be done, but we did it, and all promised to never speak about it again.

Abigail stood in shock staring at her father's mutilated corpse. She couldn't even find it within her to cry.

Det var en gång för länge sedan, i en liten by i norra Åbo, bodde en bonde och hans hustru.

“So,” he crossed his arms, his lips drawn down in a scowl. “How did you die this time?”

"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.

I had never really lived for myself, always determined to put others in front of me. However one day I met Lucia, and I didn’t notice how far I had gone till I noticed the bodies littering the ground.

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