Davy's LampDavy had thirty seconds.
He had been working on this for years. A roomful of prestigious members of the Royal Institution were waiting for his fantastic new invention and the damn thing wasn't lighting.
His name was announced.
Oh Lord, he was doomed.
As he rolled his cart out from backstage, Davy hit the damn thing.
With a hiss and spark, the Flameless Lamp turned on.
The Seven Left on Ely-7 "Learn to love the dark and flavor of blood," he said. "It will make this easier."
The woman's tremors were extreme. She couldn't hold his gaze. He remembered the nausea.
"I chewed my tongue so badly that I couldn't speak for two months," he said as he set his bag down. "But a tongue will heal. If you use a mouth brace, you'll almost certainly break your jaw, and that might not heal up properly."
He put on his gloves and pulled out a scalpel.
"I'm sorry I found you so late. That position can't be changed now, but I can still get most of your clothes off."
The woman made a distressed choking noise and tried to push against the floor with her free hand. He put down his scalpel and gently took her hand in his.
" I can't stop what is happening to you. I can only make you more likely to survive. Your clothing can cause serious skin infections, and captured urine could end up killing you. Please trust me."
The Life in SpaceOut in the darkness, there was life.
And it was flatter than a pancake.
Jiminine looked at the monitors in distress.
"Oh damn. It's not a planet at all," she said. "Ali?"
Ali hit his monitors again and this time got a reading.
"It's life, Jim, but not as we know it," Ali said. "I don't know how it can be alive. There's no light or heat out here."
A mere 16 light-seconds away, it gently spun on it's axis . It was a thousand miles in circumference, it was circular, and it somehow had an atmosphere. But it was not a planet.
The living mass only three molecules thick and one molecule deep.
"We needed a planet, not a space pancake!" Jiminine said, banging her hand on her thigh.
It was a brand-new form of life and both Ali and Jiminine didn't care. They were stuck deep in the interstellar void between the Sun and Epsilon Eridani. They needed oxygen and sulfur to finish fixing their gravity compensator or they would either die
How We Saved the Island from the Gibbous FolkOkay, look.
Everyone on this island lived in permanent fear of being found by the Gibbous Folk.
We all know it would take them a really long time to get to us from any mainland - they would have to cross half the Pacific to reach us, and they would have to do it on the ocean floor.
They don't need to breathe, of course, but the ocean floor isn't exactly a highway.
The Gibbous Folk can always find better hunting in the mainlands, right?
Except no one has heard from the mainlands in like five years.
Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to that part.
So, like, everyone can levitate, right? Even a five-year-old can levitate for a couple minutes.
The Gibbous Folk are flat, except for the little hump which turns into an eye when they're about to eat you.
But they still can reach you, right, because you can only levitate two feet in the air and pretty much everyone can't do it for more than ten minutes.
So me and my friends, we thought, why don't we just levitate the entire isla
The Life Cycle of a Precocious ChildTiara Sweetwater was a five-year-old girl with a bright smile and a precocious vocabulary. She made friends easily, always did her homework, and asked a lot of questions in class.
She was also black, being cared for by her grandmother, and was in a rough, poverty-stricken nieghborhood.
Her options were limited by her circumstances, but Tiara was one of the few that was destined to make it out of the ghetto.
Mr. Holworth changed her destiny.
Mr. Holworth did not like her. As an elementary school teacher who did not particularly like children, he was constantly annoyed by the amount of questions Tiara asked. After two weeks of class with this child, Mr. Holworth reported her to the school counselor as having ADHD.
The next day, the counselor informed Mrs. Sweetwater that her grandchild must take Risperdal in order to continue going to school.
Three weeks after starting Risperdal, Tiara stabbed all of her stuffed animals with scissors. The next day, she started scr
Diary of a Roulette PlayerDear Diary,
I'm only 12. Only stupid teenagers and grown-ups are supposed to get Reggard's Roulet. I'm only 12!!! I'm waaaay too young! I only kissed Isiah and he is 14, but he is too young to get Reggard's too. I can't have it. There's something else wrong.
I have Reggard's Roulette.
Four other kids got Roulette. Just from kissing!! Aamina got it before I did.
Oh God. Her symptoms are going to start showing up in 5 days.
Aamina killed herself. She had 1 day left before symptoms started. I have 7 days.
My first symptom is that I am now yellow. Mom said it was gold, but I'm yellow like old pee in a toilet.
I forgot to write down that Isiah got his symptoms 2 days ago. I heard his mouth melted and his mouth in now at the back of his head and all his hair turned into teeth. My Mom says sometimes you get lucky and good things happen. That
Inventory of Leaves, Pending"Leaves of three, let it be," Haley said, carefully keeping count of the number of leaves on every plant she saw.
"Leaves of four, have some more!" Archie said, grabbing branches and snapping them into pieces for the after-dinner fire.
Hours later, while Archie scrubbed his skin viciously with Fels Naptha soap, Haley finished inventorying how many poison ivy vines were tangled in the branches Archie had broken.
China and the GoldbearsOnce, there was a girl named China.
China had porcelain skin. It was pure white and utterly flawless. No pores to clog, no oils to blot away. Her skin was delicate, genuine porcelain.
The other girls envied her. Some had been born with the ability to bleed red silk, or to change colors at noon, or even to grow their hair any length at will.
But none had skin as perfect as China's.
It was accidentally-on-purpose. The entire class was watching a witching duel between the Goldbear sisters. Silver Goldbear lost control of her wand and it flew straight into China's left temple.
Golden Goldbear and a few other girls cheered when the wand hit.
China didn't have time to scream before she shattered.
It took the teachers twenty minutes to find all of China's broken skin amongst the blood.
The Goldbear sisters were imprisoned in a troll's belly for ten years.
Poor, pieced-together China was never seen in public again.
Miracle HoursDeshelle felt a bit dazed for a moment, forgetting why she was arguing with her mama.
She heard a man say her name and looked down the sidewalk.
"Mama, who is that man?" Deshelle said.
The man was walking away, but he paused to look back at Deshelle.
He smiled at her and walked on.
His smile was sad.
Three hours ago, Deshelle fell off her 18th floor balcony.
She screamed as she fell, screamed for God to save her.
God did not save her.
But her Angel did.
Deshelle landed in his arms as if she had simply tripped into them.
"Hello Deshelle," he said. "You have been very faithful to God!"
"Um, yes, thank you sir, I say my prayers every night," Deshelle said.
She squirmed a little.
The Angel realized she must be uncomfortable. Even though he was an Agent of God and Holy in his own right, he didn't understand children very well.
The Angel put her down.
"Are you an angel?" she asked.
There was an awkward silence as the Angel looked at Deshelle in confus