Steady As She Goes
by Five_Seat

Comment:
Mark made a name for himself as a rower. Not because he was the best, or the fastest, or the most competitive. Not because he won medals, or set records, or place high in competitions.

No, Mark had made a name for himself, because he was the first rower ever to successfully row through a sea of Black Jello.

Sunlight
by wei1108

Comment:
It was at the very end of the sea of despair, when all hope had been lost, and he had given himself up to a fate of dreariness and darkness in those last days, after the war. The ash and smoke and fallout had been thick for months, with no sign of ever letting up. It had been a brutal and deadly war, and as far as he knew, he was one of the last of his kind left living. Huddled up along a fence-line, trying desperately to stay warm from the chilling wind, he had almost decided to lay there until he died. He could take the darkness and destruction no longer.

Then, when his mind seemed it could take no more, the skies opened up, and the light shone down.

Balloon Fettish
by bjuicephoto

Comment:
Jake floated there, as he had for the last hour, and sighed inwardly. Realizing what a cruel twist of fate it was didn't help in the least. He burned with the desire. He wanted to move over to her, smile at her, talk to her, whisper sweet nothings in her ear. He wanted her, and he could do nothing about it.

He drifted in the breeze, and she smiled at him. Instead of warming his heart, it was like a knife piercing his very soul. If he could cry, his lamenting wail would strike despair in the hearts of all those around him. Then, in a final blow to his very being, another came over and took her by the hand. She smiled at him, and let herself be led away.

Jake floated there, now alone and heart-broken, until night fell and the cool air deflated his flesh as she had deflated his soul.

A Hearty Breakfast
by Cuttooth

Comment:
I want to laugh, but I also want to cringe.

Too funny.

I know I can.
by optix

Comment:
Gerald sat on the rooftop and danced a happy dance. He called out in glee. He yelled to the world his happiness.

She had accepted! She was to be his bride!

Another dance, another call of pure joy, and then off he flew. It was the best day of his life.

Alter Ego
by andrewt

Comment:
He chatted with her for what seemed like an hour. She said all the right things. She moved like him. She smiled when he did. She flapped her wings daintily at him when he flapped at her. He was in love, and when he bent down shyly for a kiss, she bent towards him too.

When it was over, and he was flying home, one thought was on his mind. He hadn't expected it to be so...

Wet.

Two by Light
by SandyP

Comment:
Chuck and Dave always were a couple of strange and unique individuals, but on the day they each consumed a couple of cases of Rockstar Energy Drinks and then showed off just how fast they could beat their wings to win the heart of Cathy, well, it was a day that went on to infamy.

"The shortest answer is doing" English Proverb
by wildiris

Comment:
After a long fought battle, it was the Shadow People that raised the trophy above their head. They had claimed the victory, and the 2008 Baja Rally was finally theirs.

King of the Matches
by Judi

Comment:
In the final test of powers, Matchhead shocked and awed the underworld when he destroyed Pinhead by doing what was considered impossible. He licked the blue out of the flame from a candle.

It was a momentous day.

Hiking Through Fall
by alanfreed

Comment:
The professor stopped. He had been following the path for awhile, and it had been a pleasant stroll, but a sudden feeling of unease had come over him just now. He gazed before him, but nothing seemed amiss. The colors of the autumn were engaging, the path dappled with leaves, the sounds of the...

... that's when it hit him. The sounds. At this time of year, there should be all kinds of noise. Birds, small mammals and insects gathering for the coming winter. Breezes rustling the leaves. Falling leaves and branches. However, there was none of that. A complete and utter silence had descended.

Again, he gazed ahead of himself on the pathway, trying to determine what this silence could mean, but he could not. As a small bit of fear threatened to rise up in his chest, the silence was broken. A, song, coming from further along the path. Softly at first, but then rising in volume and tempo. A sweet, melodic lament it seemed, and he could not help but listen to its call. Though the fear was there still, somewhere, it was quickly being buried beneath this siren song, and he found himself inexplicably drawn towards it. Step by step, inch by inch, further and further along the path.

He did not see, nor sense it, when the trees began to close in on him, surrounding him. The air became thick, and suffocating, but he did not feel it. The song was everything. It penetrated him, guided him.

In the end, the music became him, and he became the music. As the forest claimed his body, the music became his only, and final, thoughts. The music claimed his soul.