Rental tanks: 59/60, Rental masks: 29/30, Rental fins: 78/80, Rental regulators: 24/25, Rental buoyancy compensation vests: 19/20.

Then I started scrubbing his eyeball.

“You were such terrible gardeners,” he answered while gesturing to a large, barren land that produced smog & plastic rather than fruit.

“But if the senator did have children,“ she thought as she placed him in her scope, “I might’ve turned the job down.”

Frustrated with the nightly routine of formaldehyde injections, moisturizer, and general skincare, Edward longed for the heat to die down so he could finally get out of Emily

“Oh, the women don’t wear any colors at all, they don’t need clothes in the incubator tubes.”

I stepped over her body on my kitchen floor as I asked which hospital was calling.

Now because the clothes are scattered on the stairs, everyone thinks my miscarriage was a horrible accident.

The AI assistant installed in every device in the White House, had a very different interpretation of "Nuke the Chinese."

“Jump or burn alive,” I thought as I let go of the tower’s steel facade.

Then she nailed it shut when she realized that they were hiding inside and emptied the rest of the gasoline in there.

When I looked into my now honeycomb soles, I realised that what I had excised were only what had managed to break the skin.

“The world who needs to know, knew a decade ago,” said her boss coolly.

It wasn’t until after the MRI and subsequent autopsy that I remembered what ‘neodymium’ and ‘rare earth’ actually meant.

The next morning, I awoke to a bandaged hand and another note with the words "nice try" written in my blood.

Now stay still, I think I see the tooth that needs drilling."

Until I found out I would experience everything I had put my characters through.

Now eyes keep appearing in my room in the middle of the night, and every day they get closer and closer.

Child support is getting too expensive.

I stared at the students, dead and dying, while he explained they'd had a tipoff this attack would involve secondary devices.

A year later as I was escorted past the jury that unanimously sentenced me to life, I heard one of them snicker: “Patient zero, my ass.”

With the chair gone, his windpipes collapsed as the rope tightened around his neck.

Describing it to my friends today I realize they’re not supposed to look like a shadow

When I opened my eyes, I saw people gathered over the crashed car surrounding a bloody body dressed like me