The piano sat silently in the corner of the room.

Nobody could remember the last

time it had been played. The little girl walked up to it and hit a few of the keys.
The sound of the piano rang throughout the house for the first time in years. In
the upstairs room, confined to her bed, the owner of the house had tears in her
eyes.
He heard the song coming from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his
ears. Although it was soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a little too soft
and a little too calming for everything that was going on. He wanted it to be
nothing more than beautiful music coming from the innocent and pure joy of singing,
but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely some type of trap.
MaryLou wore the tiara with pride. There was something that made doing anything she
didn't really want to do a bit easier when she wore it. She really didn't care what
those staring through the window were thinking as she vacuumed her apartment.
I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of
explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's
no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an
apology for how out of line you have been.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It
waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they
could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history.
It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into
history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that
it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
"Explain to me again why I shouldn't cheat?" he asked. "All the others do and
nobody ever gets punished for doing so. I should go about being happy losing to
cheaters because I know that I don't? That's what you're telling me?"
The bush began to shake. Brad couldn't see what was causing it to shake, but he
didn't care. he had a pretty good idea about what was going on and what was
happening. He was so confident that he approached the bush carefree and with a
smile on his face. That all changed the instant he realized what was actually
behind the bush.
There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe. All one had to do was look at it
to know that with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been
able to work one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but time was
something he didn't have. A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made
quickly.
She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would likely be
the most important word of her life. It had to be exact with no possibility of
being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked deeply into his eyes and said,
"Octopus."
It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike. If you happen to come
across bears, the whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group
do. That was the lesson they were about to learn that day.
She wondered if the note had reached him. She scolded herself for not handing it to
him in person. She trusted her friend, but so much could happen. She waited
impatiently for word.
He dropped the ball. While most people would think that this was a metaphor of some
type, in Joe's case it was absolutely literal. He had hopes of reaching the Major
League and that dream was now it great jeopardy. All because he had dropped the
ball.
There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons
didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This
was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true so he was having a difficult
time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the
sky above him.
Sometimes it's just better not to be seen. That's how Harry had always lived his
life. He prided himself as being the fly on the wall and the fae that blended into
the crowd. That's why he was so shocked that she noticed him.
Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and threaded themselves together.
Even colors that had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly
separate at the same time. How was she going to explain this to the others?