FFM 29 - Back in the UndergroundI let go of the railing and fell. The pavement was almost ten stories down. Surprisingly, this didn't give me much time to rethink my decision. Next thing I knew, my body was splattered and snapped all over the pavement.
My blood spilled into the cracks in the concrete and I went back to the Underground.
"That wasn't very long," my sister commented. "You were human for only forty years. Don't they live longer than that?"
"Yes, they do, but I'd had enough," I grumbled.
"Had enough? It took you a century to get approval to become a changeling! All you would talk about was dancing with the humans, sleeping with the humans, this human, that human, life is so short and wonderful and blab blab blab!"
"Well, it wasn't wonderful!" I threw up my arms in frustration. I started pacing her kitchen as I raged.
"Being a baby is great. But school!
FFM 28 - Gift from a Poor BoyfriendAishe was waiting for midnight. Her boyfriend had promised to bring her the most magnificent gift he could think of, right at twelve o'clock of the new morning. She curled up on the couch, dressed in her prettiest but not quite warmest clothes. She nervously sipped at her peppermint tea. It was three minutes to midnight and no sign of Arman. Oh, the tea was just not calming her stomach. Waiting made her so nervous. And really, what present could he give her? They were both so poor and had only known each other for two months. Two wonderful months, but they were richer only in love, never in money.
She looked at the clock again. The hand struck midnight.
Her tea cup tumbled from her hand as she fell asleep.
"Oh! Oh! What happened!" Aishe exclaimed, finding herself sitting on clouds instead of her couch.
"This is the gift, Aishe!" Arman's voice
FFM 26 - Human SpiritKeye looked up between the sunflowers as she lay on the soft soil. Thick masses of white clouds wandered across the blue sky. A dragonfly whirred overhead, taking a couple dives at a butterfly before buzzing away. She sighed as she felt the clouds wander over the sun again. They definitely needed more wood.
"Keye!" Manuel called.
She sighed again and rolled to her feet, grabbing her bag as she moved.
"Coming!" she called, pulling her mask on.
The men were already standing by the gate with their partners. She winced as she trotted up to Manuel. She couldn't see his face under his mask, but she didn't need to - he was mad.
"All masks," Horatio called.
"All masks!" everyone responded, tapping their blank porcelain faces.
"All bags and axes," Horatio called.
"All bags and axes!" the women cried, holding up their embroidered sacks.
FFM 25 - Asking Lacy OutAdam's face was painted, his jeans were sparkling and his shoes were every color of the rainbow. He quickly ran the hair molder over his head and all of his hair stood completely straight off his head. He tied it together at the top with a hairband and nervously checked himself over in the mirror. His electric red sport coat clashed marvelously with his lime polka-dot cravat. He pulled on his rainbow fingerless gloves and headed to the garage.
He hit the garage door's button and strapped in. It took a few tries, but his old Firebird lit up and the engine began to roar. As the day's sunlight poured in from the opening door, he checked his gauges. Most of his friends didn't understand why he used such an old-fashioned mode of transportation. They failed to realize how much fun it was to play and fly.
Adam launched out of the garage, his jet pack grumbling as he flew to work.
Adam peeked around the edg
FFM 24 - Storybook Blood Pen Name was frustrated with his own writing again. So today, it was Les Miserables, Diner at the End of the Galaxy, Twilight, and Pride and Prejudice. He threw them all in the damned machine and smacked the "On" button. Little printed voices let out papery screams as the machine ate them. Cover images tried to crawl away from their fate. But there was no escape. Into the machine they vanished, turning into pulpy black blood which gurgled and muttered through the pipes.
The inky blood of words came out of the tap, dripping into a glass beaker.
As the beaker filled, Pen Name chewed his lip as he looked at his notebooks. He had hundreds of notebooks, in every color, binding style and kind of paper. Every notebook was blank, at least 14"x11" and held a minimum of 400 pages.
The beaker was full when he finally chose a red leather-bound notebook, with pages o
FFM 23 - Benny's Unusual Vacation The tumbleweed had been stuck to Benny's head since dawn. Every movement or slight breeze scraped it back and forth over his face. His face was covered in tiny little cuts that stung so.
Still, he was grateful from the tiny amount of shade it provided. He strained his eyes to look at his own shadow. Looked like it was... two o'clock or something...
Which made it just about a full day since his wives had buried him up to his neck in the middle of the desert.
"Perhaps the sun will burn out your infidelity!" his first wife had called as they flew away in the hovercart.
Of course, they had planned to do this the entire trip. It had seemed rather sudden when they clamored for a vacation to some oh-so-hip town in New Mexico. But when the three of them got together on something, Benny was more of a chaperon than a patriarch. They had told him of all the wonderfully chic places the