she always only ate the tops of muffins and then tore the rest into crumbs to leave on the plate
secretly he was a clown, the bulbous red foam nose kept handy in a spring-loaded wrist sheath
they didn't notice the little grey man who stared at them from mid-way up the nearby tree
it wasn't until the power failed that she realized her utter fear of the darkness
her baby son looked up at her with adoring eyes and said, "I don't know how long this period of lucidity will last. I love you, Mom."
as he stared at the tiny dart protruding from one of his vest's wooden buttons, awareness burst upon him: just because he couldn't see them didn't mean that there weren't ninjas out there ready to kill him
A terrorist installs a bomb on a person where they have to keep talking at a steady pace, or else it blows up, Speed movie style. His friends track down the villain and help their friend as he battles dry mouth, hunger, and being forced to stay awake until the bomb is defused.
Since the ocean was one of her least favorite places, she'd never taken the opportunity to learn about the form of a squid. A very brief internet search confirmed her bias against all things aquatic.
You know what sucks about living forever? Living forever. I'm serious, if I'd know that I would need to keep tweezing, exfoliating, and exercising for all of eternity, I probably would've made a different decision. Nothing says "Happy 500th birthday" like several hundred squats and dead-lifting my own body weight for half an hour.
As she walked down the hallway the floor squeaked behind her, chills ran down her spine andgoosebumps prickled her arms. She turned back and saw nothing except tiny footprints on the floor.
She had spent weeks trying to track down the Serial killer known only as the slicer. Her greatest fears sank in as she realized he was her roommate. There they were in the room alone together and her gun was no where in reach.