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It started with misidentifications. He was grabbing bottles of condiments instead of water. I would gently correct him, understanding that if someone is really thirsty, they might grab the wrong thing. I began to grow worried when the mistakes got more frequent. I cleaned out the fridge and reorganized it for his benefit. It wasn’t a matter of memory; I could tell. Once he felt the texture and consumed the contents inside, the look on his face was that of pure relief… or disgust, depending on what he’d grabbed that day. Then came the clumsiness. He would almost remember where to step to avoid getting a stubbed toe or a wall to the face. I couldn’t help him here because it was around now that his dignity was getting in the way of my assistance. “Even if you don’t want my help, there’s clearly something wrong with you,” I tried to explain. “I’m telling you, I’m fine!” his tone raised higher than mine. “I don’t care. I made an appointment at the eye clinic and that’s that.” “Fine

It was over. No, it wasn’t! It couldn’t be. He meant the world to me, how could he just throw it all away? And over an argument about the different shades of pink no less! I threw myself onto the bed and felt the sobs beginning to fill me up and tear me apart. My body heaved, and rocked. My eyes were blinded by tears and my voice was made ragged by the animalistic sounds emanating from my throat. He couldn’t be gone. He just couldn’t be. Not after all we’d been through. It was too much to bear as I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as it tried to repair the rift now breaking it in two. The minutes pounded through my head and soon my sobs slowed to a dull moaning. I now laid on my back, allowing the sun streaming through my window to bake me alive. I was disgusted that the weather had the audacity to be in such a good mood. I wanted to rip up the sun into tiny pieces and scatter them among the stars so no one could ever have a “nice day” again. As this fantasy unfolded

The thought of what you just did made you sick, but there was no going back now. You watched as the mosquito buzzed around the room straight towards your target. Malaria was a deadly disease and you knew this one would be no different. Briefly looking behind you, the guards were well placated, happily jingling the heavy coins in their pockets. It’s a good thing his guards are so easily bought, you thought. You had no back up plans if the king’s soldiers turned out to be pure of heart. They didn’t even seem to need the money much, just some excuse to leave him alone for the 30 seconds you would need to release the infectious mosquito. You turned back to monitor the mosquito’s path and felt one of the corners of your mouth lift a little as it landed on your target. Hastily leaving the building, you found your way to the public house to order a cold, tall one. The bartender handed over your beverage and started up some idle chit chat. “What’s the occasion?” he asked. “Oh, just

My heart sank when I saw the storm clouds approaching. “Reel in the anchor! Raise the sails! This is the big one!” I shouted at my crew. My children looked at me with the delayed shock signature to all teenagers. “What?” one asked. Right, I thought to myself, I’m not in Navy school anymore. It’d left a huge impact on my psyche and continued to feed my love for being on the water. These weekend outings with my motorboat were all I had left. Even my kids had one foot out the door as they rapidly approached their own adulthood. Even so, a storm was brewing and we were still pretty far from shore. The choppy waters were already rocking the boat into a frenzy. “Matt! Turn on the motor!” I cried as I climbed over to the steering controls. I felt a distant pang of pride as I saw him pull on the starting cord without protest. They must know I’m serious. I stared at the gauges as I waited for the motor to kick in, feeling the boat dip and rise with the swelling waves. Matt stumbled over

And as he walked forth into the ruins of humanity, it seemed he forgot one important fact about channeling one’s soul into an inanimate object: The object becomes you. As his body turned to the dust it was always destined to be, his robes fell to the ground, no longer supported by his wizened frame. The staff clattered shortly after. With all the consciousness of a stick, the shaman had no choice but to wait patiently for someone to come along. In his mind, as that was all he had left, he cursed his lack of foresight and began to ponder how his life choices had led to this moment. He didn’t have to wait long as the next one to pick him up was a common dog. Taking up the staff in his jaw, the dog was suddenly imbibed with the shaman’s powers and began blasting healing energy left and right with all the joy and impulse known to canines. This is the literal worst! The shaman thought as his healing energy slowly drained from the staff. This wasn’t part of the plan at all. He had

The sun is gone Has been for about 2 hours My tongue and teeth wrestle their way forward I shudder Then the tears flood my eyes “What’s wrong?” they ask “Nothing,” it was just a yawn My eyes swivel towards the door, imagining the bed on the other side It’s so far away. But everything looks further away when you’re tired, doesn’t it? My eyelids grow into anvils, losing the fight against gravity I can’t find the will to move my legs To move towards the bedroom The muscles in my jaw wrench open It feels so good to allow the heaviness to wash over me My eyes close And that’s when the bats showed up

They said I made the grade. I'm not sure what that means, or why they felt the need to take up valuable air time with such frivolous chatter. Made the grade? Am I still in school. Flight school was years ago! I am a space pilot now, not that that title means anything to my sponsors. I can feel them waiting with bated breath for my first mistake, my first move. Over ten thousand logged hours with the simulator and it still doesn't feel like enough. Out here in space, where a single wrong move could mean the end of my life. Why do I need sponsors anyway? I worked hard for this moment, why I am I still working hard now? Don't get me wrong, I like the work, but this is not what I imagined myself doing as I listened to the mindless radio chatter of the stock market trying to predict whether I will succeed or fail. "No pressure," said my commander. I think I heard him chuckle under his breath. You know what? No, I will do things exactly as I was trained and the sponsors will just have to

“We now begin case 0564, Nicholas Stewart vs Clara Turner. You may take the stand,” the judge wave his hand towards the witness stand and Nicholas approached. “Do you solemnly swear that you are up to no good?” asked his lawyer. Both the judge and Nicholas raised one eye brown. “Sorry, just something I’ve always wanted to say. Nicholas please raise your right hand.” He did so. “Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do.” “Tell us, Mr. Stewart, what happened on the night of July 24?” “We had just left our apartment for dinner when they started raining from the sky.” “What starting raining?” “The figurines. I believe they are based on a character named Shrek and these ones were manufactured by a company called Funko.” “Interesting. Very strange. And what happened next?” prompted the lawyer. “Well, they just kept coming down, and just so everyone knows, when they are falling that fast, it hurts! So of course we ran back inside, listening

Finally having finished unloading my car from the store, I settled in for the evening. My snacking mood decided to have me open the peanuts first and as I went back to my couch to start the movie, I heard a tiny voice. I shrugged it off, pinning it to one of my noisy neighbors and sat down without missing a beat. As I searched for the remote, I heard the small voice again and noticed that it seemed to follow me from the kitchen to the living room. Now I was intrigued. I began to look around for the source. Over the next few minutes, the voice kept calling me towards the bag of peanuts, but that was impossible. Peanuts can’t talk, right? I opened the bag anyway and took a peek inside. The roasted salt smell wafted up towards my face and made my mouth water, but I paid it no mind. Instead, I found the source of the tiny voice and clapped a hand to my mouth. One solitary peanut had a face. It also had arms and legs and the ability to move independently of the others. It raised both

“Do we have everything we need?” I will ask. “Yep, I got sunscreen, tanning lotion, towels, and water bottles,” she will reply. “I think we’re all set.” We will walk from the apartment to the car, pack up and head to the beach. We will be anticipating sunny weather the whole way, but then something very strange will happen. All of the headlights in the oncoming lane will suddenly vanish. As if every driver had agreed to switch them off at the same time. Being a sunny day, it won’t be particularly spooky until my passenger points out a rapidly growing mushroom cloud in the distance. “What the-?” I will slam on the brakes, hoping that the cloud won’t travel far. “That’s in the direction of the dam. I wonder what happened?” she will say. “No!” I will shout. “We are not going to let this day get ruined by a couple of weird events! We’ve been planning this for months. We will relax, no matter what it takes!” “Okay, take it easy. Ronaldo beach is back the way we came. We can always