But MOM!
by TCGuru

Comment:
As she crawled anguishingly toward some food, Abby couldn't help but curse the fate she had been left with. How cruel, to have been born with the bottom half of a fairy princess, and yet be left without wings.

Struggling desperately for her goal, she let out a desperate cry, and continued on.

Gougane Barra
by holdingtime

Comment:
"Hey George"

"Hey Ralph"

"Out fishing again today George?"

"Ayuh. You?"

"Oh, no. Not me today. Was taken out for a bit more'n that I'm afraid. Y'know Don Chico yuh? See, he took me out today. With'n a... package."

"Oh, Ralph, you don't mean.."

"S'right George, he finally did it. Poor thing."

"Oh ayuh. Sad times, sad times."

"That they are George. That they are."

"What's Up?"
by wildiris

Comment:
Despite all the warnings his parents ever gave him, Peter was just too curious a Mantis. That day, he simply couldn't help himself, and stretched out from the grasses to see what that sound was.

That sound was an approaching hummingbird.

Poor Peter.

Honolulu Sunset
by chalice

Comment:
When they came, they came at the falling of the sun. The first ships black against the horizon, sending all that witnessed them scrambling to sound the alarm. In the end, it was the only thing that saved them. A few hours more, and no alarms could have been sounded.

It was the only mistake the captain of the Oahu Sailing Club ever made.

Pollination
by marbo

Comment:
Bobby became the laughing stock of all the bees when they found out what he was up to out there in that clover field across the way. No matter how he tried to explain it, everyone knew that that wasn't what a Queen Bee looked like.

A good afternoon nap
by hfriesen

Comment:
As he lay on the floor, Punky dreamed the dream of all dogs. Of bones and rabbits and supper dishes.

He was a GOOD BOY, yes he was, such a GOOD BOY.

Snorting happily in his slumber, Punky raced off in another land, bounding after fluffy creatures in a land of slippers and squeaky toys.

Such a GOOD BOY.

I have
by silverfoxx

Comment:
She clutched the blanket to her and struggled to breathe. For a moment she was unsure, it had seemed so real. For a moment it seemed as if it was still after her, but the glow of the lamp assured her it was not.

With a deep breath, and the return of all her senses, she realized it had all been just a dream. A horrible, frightening dream, but a dream. As her heart slowed, and her breathing settled down, she allowed herself to sink back onto the pillow and close her eyes.

This time, it didn't return.

Road to the Summit
by TLL061

Comment:
The road led ever onward. No matter how many goals that one reached, the road began again. Today's goal was a peak, in the distance. It looked like the ending, but it was a mirage. For at that peak would be a path that led away, and such as it was with life. No matter where you decided your end would be, another path would beckon.

Charles smiled and started the truck. To this ending then, where he'd find a new beginning.

s a p i e n t i a
by Mephisto

Comment:
He put his head in his hands in despair. Something that used to be so simple, was now so out of reach. Smacking the table in anger, followed by a tear of pure frustration, he struggled so hard to remember. So hard to recollect.

As his nurse came to place a blanket around his shoulders and lead him into bed, the tears fell a little more freely. Perhaps tomorrow it would return to him. Sometimes it did, you know. Sometimes it was like he was 20 again. Today, however, was not that day, and as he drifted off to sleep, sorrow in his heart and frustration in his brain, he prayed to whatever would hear him that tomorrow would be that day.

That tomorrow he'd be able to remember his daughter's name once again.

Adagio
by Structor

Comment:
Not to be outdone, God shows that he has a fashion sense too.

Unfortunately, like all parents that are out of touch, he finds out too late that he's a couple of decades behind, and that Mohawks and the Punk Scene have moved on.