FFM 22 - When She WokeShe opened her eyes. The sun dawned in the sky. She shook her head. Birds sang and children played. The ocean lapped lazily at the shores as she stretched. She rubbed tears from her eyes. Rainclouds freed their bounty upon the land.
She looked at the world.
God saw the day and it was good.
FFM 21 - The Sentencing of Soryana's First WifeThe men were waiting for nightfall. The first wife of Mr Soryana was accused of adultery and the gods would show if she was guilty. If the stars were in the sky, the wife would live. If the night was clouded and calm, she would be drowned. Everyone knew the weather well. Tonight, the sea-clouds would roll in. Soryana's wife knew the gods better than her own children. She knew a storm was coming.
The clouds came.
Soryana's first wife was taken to the lake to be drowned.
Then. The sky spoke in raging tones, it's deep voice striking to their souls. The stars in the sky pierced through the clouds and lighting ate at the lake.
Fearing the wrath of the stars, the men fled, leaving Soryana's first wife to the gods.
The stars came for her, the lightning striking her from the world.
At the end of the night, there was another star in the sky.
FFM 20 - Dominic's Dancing CoconutsThere were problems with the dancing coconut trees.
At first, it was terrifying. The coconut trees began to dance a drunken samba and people began praying to nearly-forgotten gods.
The coconut trees kept dancing and people began to worship them.
The coconut trees danced for a month and people began to have parties under them.
Then a statistic, already a morbidly hilarious statistic, began to rise. Deaths by falling coconuts began to increase. Of course, people were warned to keep away from the trees, but the trees actually danced differently depending on the type of music played. Rap and R&B had the most injuries, while a death rock party sustained two deaths and injuries on all party-goers.
As Chief of Tourist Security, Dominic had a problem. Almost all the idiots getting killed or injured were tourists, and every other American tourist was suing the island for damages. It baffled him. You put up signs, you h
FFM 19 - Filling the VoidBefore him was a vast emptiness. A void. Perfect in it's blankness, and flawed because of it. The great whiteness had to be filled.
And so he worked.
He filled the void with grass, trees and sky. Over this came cities, people, buses and dogs.
Then, from the sky, giant robots.
"Hey LeJohn, whatcha drawing?" Mom asked, looking at her son's scribbles.
"Everything," LeJohn said distractedly.
"Alright. Lunch's in five minutes," Mom said.
LeJohn, Master of his Universe, wasn't listening.
Mutant beavers were chewing down skyscrapers and only he could tell the giant robots where to shoot.
FFM 18 - Rocky's MisadventureRocky leapt from the roof straight onto the Reconstructor robot. He grabbed the operator and launched the man out of his seat before he knew what happened. Rocky bounced into the seat and stared.
He had no idea how a Reconstructor robot worked.
The operator had already crawled back to the control booth and hit a button on the control board. Rocky punched him square on the nose and the man fell right off the robot and into the flood water below.
"Motherfu- oh shit!" the man shouted, splashing furiously. "My goddamn key!"
The cops were only a few meters away, running across the roof with their tasers drawn.
Rocky jerked wildly at the controls, but they didn't respond. He stood up and the entire robot closed up around him like a clam.
There were two windows, one on either side of him. He saw the cops start clanging on the sides of the robot and heard the operator shouting something about his key and autopilot.
FFM 17 - Past the EdgeHer feet shrieked across the ice. People stopped shouting and started screaming. She could hear her mother wailing in horror. There came scratching, scrabbling noises as the boys from the hockey team braked on the ice and fell back. She skated harder and harder, the cold wind forcing tears from her eyes.
The crowd howled in despair as she skated off the edge of the frozen waterfall.
She sailed over a thousand meters.
Then she turned around and waved.
Abby Running Bull, age fifteen, had invented anti-gravity.
FFM 16 - Coloured FoodHenrik was tired of cauliflower, skinned white peaches, applesauce mixed with flour, and yes, even cream. At seven years old, Henrik had only eaten foods that were white. Something was added to give the foods a uniform fleshy color. He had never had orange juice, tea, cookies, strawberries or chocolate.
But he couldn't throw a fit. Mother would smack him hard if he even looked like he was going to ask her for coloured food.
"White foods are all you can eat - coloured foods with be the death of you! God made the animals of this land coloured and they were too weak to rule themselves! God gave this land to the whites--" she would continue like this for at least ten minutes, all of her raging having absolutely nothing to do with food.
Henrik had also tried to sneak off the estate, of course. Fenyang always found him and gently squeezed the kicking boy under one arm for the march back into the house.
FFM 15 - After the FireAngela looked around her. Her home was gone. The trees were burned. The walls of her property had cracked and fallen.
Her property had no value and there was no insurance to give her a new home. The entire area had been abandoned. Most of her neighbors had died and the banks were eager to write off the properties.
She attacked the ground with a pickax; for hours, she worked.
Over 200 holes later, Angela brushed away bits of concrete from the first hole and planted a small tree. She had over 3000 more infant trees.
She could not rebuild, but she could regrow.
In the burned heart of Los Angeles, Angela grew a forest.
FFM 14 - The Best-Ever Party ShoesThe most wonderful shoes in the world were in a used clothing store's window. Jaime helplessly stared at these shoes. They were amazing. They looked like they were made of silk from the beard of God. The more Jaime tried to define them, the more the shoes took on some new character that made definition impossible. Color? The color of heaven! Decoration? Like sex in a ballgown!
She had to have them - they were even the right size.
The door was very slightly open - even so, Jaime had to use all of her strength to widen it enough for her to jam herself inside.
Inside the store, the air was musty and laden with grandma perfume. There was no one behind the desk. Jaime marched up to the window and saw there was a card leaning up against the back of the shoes.
Best-Ever Party Shoes. Price: 60 y
What the heck was "y"? Bad handwriting, Jaime guessed. She delicately pic