A jar of mysterious slime, with a peeling label and a small, potentially venomous spider nestled in the divot on the bottom.
"I'm sorry, Jake," Peyton whispered. "But I couldn't overrule the team." Peyton closed the office door. Jake put his face in his hands.
At long last, it was the day of the marathon. The runners were lined up, tense, and waiting for the starting gun.
A windswept, desolate prairie with an abandoned grain elevator, partially collapsed, and a decaying canoe near a dried-up stream.
After achieving the rank of Rear Admiral, however, he changed dramatically.
Someone who understands the world only in terms of 70s pop songs
"Scientists: The Hokey Pokey Not What It All About," blared the headline in 72-point font.
A brilliant musician whose bad luck has prevented success. They write jingles for industrial training videos.
A cylindrical, metal object, mint pistachio in color. It looks sort of like a bicycle pump, but isn't one (the still-flat tire proves it). It's heavier than it looks and…
She glanced at the list and raised an eyebrow. "I can't get all this at the grocery store," she said."Well, you're going to have to try ,my dear."
But right after it happened, it was the loudest silence he'd ever heard, and in order to fill his mind with sound again, he....
"Don't say that," the mother told her child. "It's the worst word in the world."