Birds of a Feather
by juliejold

Comment:
The mother bird shook her head sadly, and silently blamed it on the miserable winter of nesting that she'd had. Her children would never get it. It was a simple question. What is three plus three she'd ask?

Of course, it didn't occur to her that she didn't even have six children.

P A C I F I C O
by hotpasta

Comment:
Sir Livingstone paused. A rustle in the bush to the left of the creek bed had startled him, but his breath returned as he saw the source moments later, a tapir coming out to drink.

His breath then left him forever a moment later as the creature he didn't hear took him from behind.

There's a moral to this story. Never trust a Tapir.

Awakening
by phlover

Comment:
It... was just before dawn.

It... Came out of nowhere.

Its hunger was unsatiated, and none survived that day. The day of the coming of the Creature of the Canal.

Lakeside Parking
by meyers

Comment:
It all happened on a balmy night in the summer of aught eight. As the city slept peacefully, they were unaware of their impending doom. One by one they gathered, one by one they joined their fellows, and one by one they eventually crept into the city and brought upon it the final doom.

It was the Rise of the Sailboat.

Lady Ettie
by colorcarnival

Comment:
Ettie rebounded in shock as she noticed a person lounging near her in some absolutely shocking attire. Never in her life had she seen someone wear white shoes after labor day!

No Standing Anytime
by muur88

Comment:
singing:

These are the people in your neighborhood, in your neighborhood, in your neighborhood yes, these are the people in your neighborhood, the people that you meet each day.

Oh, he always has a great big smi-le, and he always walks a half a mi-le,
but he never seems to want to stay, and he mutters to himself each day.

Oh the Crazy Guy's a person in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood yes, the Crazy Guy's a person in my neighborhood, he's a person that I meet each day.

Ships
by roby21112

Comment:
Carl always felt inadequate when he pulled up to the shower stall next to Jock after a work-out at the Y. Why did life have to be so cruel, he wondered?

I am Canadian...
by StormyWeathers

Comment:
Phil was still angry that he picked the short straw and ended up having to be the lead car in the Hazing Day Parade. He sighed heavily, his eye lids heavy, as he started up and got ready to get it over with.

cool misty morning...
by JustinM

Comment:
The silence descended with the mist like a veil. Frogs that were only moments ago happily croaking went mute. The breeze dropped off, immediately causing the air to retain a hint of fetid water. It was as if the mist had absorbed any activity in the area and obliterated it totally.

Yet it was not a bad sort of silence. It was a silence for thought. A silence of contemplation. Edgar paused in his stroll, and chose a soft patch of ground on which to rest his weary feet. He pulled out a small pipe-flute and began to play, softly at first, but then with growing fervor, pleased that the notes rang true and the mist didn't swallow his song like it had the more natural sounds that morning. Then, another grin split his lips, as the frogs joined in, and the breeze came up again.

An hour later, rested and filled with the joy of his tune, Edgar once again set upon the road, across the lone bridge, and onward towards his destiny. A hint of sun peeked through the lifting mist. Edgar smiled and hummed a tune as a new day began again.

Pelican
by albc28

Comment:
Stuart knew he ought to get out and catch some fish for dinner, but the game was on, he was comfortable, and damned if that woman would tell him what to do every night!