With a final defiant glance, she turned and swam until she was a mere spec on the horizon.
With a tip of her hat, she entered the windmill and was never seen again.
With the beating of drums, and the spin of a dice, she appeared out of the jungle.
She waited for the cue, hoping the spotlight would stay dim for a moment more.
Beyond the horizon lay infinite trails, all which led back to home.
The caged could only false smile for so long.
It would take more than twenty dollars to please this man.
No one knows what's in locker #236.
After traveling through the tides of history, the view ahead seemed strange.
Dr. Gable always seemed to forget his cane on Wednesdays
Beyond the flowers was something sinister...
If he were late again, he could not return home.
Despite the warning, the spires still reached upward.
Taking it out on an inanimate object, she was not too excited about the events of the day.
Temptation froze it in place.
They sat in the bunker waiting for the sirens.
The cobblestone laughed as he inches closer to the darkness of the tunnel.
On her first solo trip, little Jessica was very lost.
Finding a small niche, time can stand still...
...Yet the world outside still moves.
Neither time nor space, but rather energy spoke to him constantly.
Her steps made not a sound as she approached.
And with the third strike of the gong, all memories of his past were erased.
The blur of the outside world would never slow down.
Little Jimmy couldn't hear the answers over the roar of his own mind.
Preaching against his practice.
Beckoning from the other side of the hill was everything she was running away from.
No one dared approach his kingdom without the proper password.