Fish Eye
by MikeO

Comment:
Even until the very moment that Larry lost his life in order to feed Mary from Michigan at a little backwater seafood shack, he only had one regret in life. A regret that was foolish anyway, since it was over something he never had any control over anyway.

His one regret, you ask? An unfortunate under-bite that made him always look confused.

It just goes to show. Sometimes we get so focused on the trivial, that the true tragedies go unnoticed. I mean really Larry, an under-bite? You were eaten by an asthmatic whiner named MARY.

Silly fish.

visitor
by 4trtone

Comment:
Cold.

So cold.

Kevin struggled little now, as he lay in wetness, in the driving snow. He had gone out for a short walk, but the storm had come so suddenly, he had got turned around, and soon knew he was lost. Now, hours later, he was sure it was the end. He didn't even feel cold anymore.

Kevin began to close his eyes, to await the inevitable, when the boot came into view. No sound, no movement, but it was just suddenly there. Kevin strained, and looked up. Not only a boot, but a man, stood there in the foliage. Yet it seemed to Kevin that the figure was both there, yet not there. It made no sound. It moved not an inch. It merely stood, staring, the light and shadows of the snow and branches playing upon him in an other-worldly way.

Kevin stared. He tried to speak, but nothing would escape his throat. He tried to reach for the figure, but his strength simply failed him. Then, just when he thought it was merely an illusion, a trick of a dying mind, a light began to shine from the figure. Nay, THROUGH the figure, and Kevin believed he was being called home. To whatever everlasting home it would be after this life. Indeed, he could now even faintly hear his name being called. Whispered at first, faint and ghostly, but then growing in strength, growing in volume.

kevin

Kevin.

KEVIN!

His name a shout, and the phantom figure burst apart, and through him came a rush of limbs and voices and lights and faces.

Years later, he would discuss the vision of the figure with those that had found him in the snow. They would swear there had been no-one there, that finding him half buried in the brush and whiteness had been a one-in-a-billion chance, but he knew different. Someone, or something had led them there.

The world held unknowns, and he had experienced it first hand.

Silent Passage
by levyj413

Comment:
In the years since it had all come to an end, there remained but one lone survivor. Making a new life from the ashes of the old, he had stumbled upon what may have been the last oasis of life surrounded by a vastness of waste and destruction.

Now, so many decades later, he knew that he would be the last, and how much longer this solitary sanctuary would continue to go on, he would never know. Until he was gone, however, he would enjoy what life he could, in silent retrospection upon the mirrored waters. Most would have despaired. Become despondent in their loneliness. Not he.

Not he.

Russian Wedding
by Mona

Comment:
While the couple tried to smile happily, say the right words, and convince everyone that it really didn't matter, that they loved them no matter what, the truth was...

Birthing twin Doves wasn't their ideal.

Antonio Blue
by gpuretic

Comment:
He wandered down the street, a quiet confidence about him. He had just completed a deal that would see the world change in ways that humanity would have never survived without. Yet he would never be recognized for it. No, he had accepted his fate a long time ago, and would work from the shadows, and his contribution would remain for him to know alone.

He glanced up at the man he called 'daddy', who knew him only as this tiny being, devoid of the knowledge and ability that had just saved them all. He grinned an inner grin and closed his eyes but foe a moment, releasing the side of himself that was filled with so much importance.

When his eyes opened once more, he had no memory of the last few hours. No memory of anything but a simpler life. Of sippy cups, and backyardigans, and potty training. Of Mommy, and goodnight kisses, and stumbling down a cobblestone street, shoes dragging in that way that only the beginner walker can manage.

Childhood awaited.

The Glassblower
by Bear_Music

Comment:
After days of toil and suffering, the door to the castle smithy opened, and he appeared. Drenched in sweat, hair clinging feverishly to his skull, skin covered in ash and soot that had turned him black as night, he slowly approached the gathered company. With a glance at each of them with red and haunted eyes he lifted a leather bound bundle in his hand, and untied it. As one, they gasped and took an involuntary step back. A light shone with an inner hell. A power radiated that hinted of the undoing of them all.
"It is finished", he croaked in a harsh and oddly emotionless tone.

They gazed upon this thing they had ordered created, and knew they were close to the end. It was their last chance to save a dying kingdom, but one false move, and it could unravel every known universe. The Orb of the Undying.

It had begun.

Motherly advice
by Bensted

Comment:
She gazed into his eyes as he clung to her so ferociously, and she needed no words. For in that look was all she needed to say, her eyes ringed red with grief, but her arms strong with comfort and determination. The jungle was a harsh and deadly home, and his father would never return to him again, but she would be there, and she would not give up, and love would see them through.

Cow Kisses
by FtWorthphotog

Comment:
Although Alice knew that she was supposed to take the offering of fresh green grass, something kind of snapped inside within that moment. Leaving the grass, she found herself first sniffing the larger more succulent morsel. "This is wrong!" something screamed inside, but she ignored it. A small lick to taste, like a cone of ice cream (we shall not discuss that evil part of her past), and all of Alice's safety mechanisms crashed. Herbivore no more.

It was days before they eventually took her down, in a barnyard of... Udder... Devastation.

double taken
by GiorgioBaruffi

Comment:
Steve and Cal chuckled as they played their little game of "Act like an Oak Seed." once again. The chuckles soon turned to screams, however, when a human child by the name of Little Timmy turned them into a 'helicopter'.

Whoooooosh!
by alanfreed

Comment:
In an event that caused David Copperfield to retire, Kevin from Poughkeepsie single-handedly levitated a British Airways jet above a beach full of onlookers.

The celebration was short lived, however, when Kevin suddenly remembered that he, in no way, knew how to levitate things.

The sand ran red that day.