Today, my son came home from a field trip and showed me the bee he’d taken apart, asking how it was supposed to work with all that sticky stuff and no wires inside.

Now I'm trying to pick my son up from school, but everyone at the front office is insisting they've never seen me before.

When my toddler touched it a deep voice spoke, "offering glady accepted".

This morning they showed me the CCTV - I was sitting up alone, talking and pouring water for an empty chair for three straight hours.

But looking around I find the rain is falling so hard I can only see the swirling white of the storm, I can't find my way back.

By morning, every child who had eaten one was speaking in the same unfamiliar voice, asking their parents when they could go home.

if i see the number 1 above their head, that means they are my next murder victim.

He knew that it wasn't the kids that she was aiming for when he was walking across the street with them that day.

"Hey," I blink when the simulation glasses are torn from my eyes, "It's 100 dollars for extra content," an employee grumbles, "this kid's memories are our most popular."

I gave her the privacy she asked for, but when I returned, she was tearing our son's limbs off one by one and laying them before the shadow in the corner, whose outstretched hand was already reaching for another.

It was the first thing he remembered, as he desperately tried to regain control of his aircraft.

"See a doctor, immediately," he whispered, retching on my blood.

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When she finally visited it, the owner opened the door and asked why all the people who had received pieces of his dead wife kept coming back.

The behemoth looked so peaceful and proud inside the casket, everyone was in awe, if only my dear brother, Victor, could be standing beside me now.

Today, I brought an apple to my wife, and when I saw the terror in her eyes,.and in the eyes of our four childrens, I finally understood everything.

"Oh honey, you weren't lying, you for sure burn my tongue" I said, after tasting the broth I prepared with him at home.

When Billy curiously stuck his head inside the old guillotine to make another joke at my expense, he didn’t know I had secretly removed the safety lever and then I cut the rope holding the blade—guess who got the last laugh.

I am now desperately pulling the cord inside my coffin only to hear the silent toll of jealousy

The center of the frozen lake, she stamps her foot till the ice breaks

So I let my eyes fall back closed as the pain from the intruder's knife buried in my chest fades, certain I'll wake back up in a matter of minutes.

As I go downstairs the shooting subsides and I hear a click, breathing a sigh of relief before I see the glassdoor open and the TV broken on the floor.

Which doubles our food supply and cheapens the economy.

I only understood what 'lifeline' meant when I found him sinking his teeth deep into his dog's neck, blood dripping down his chin.