For My AmusementZim pulled the starter to the machine; the engine roared to life, metal gears screeching and whirring, a deafening buzz that filled the cold night air. With a grin plastered on his face, only hinting at his malicious intent, the Irken gripped the metallic beast firmly in his hands. Moonlight cascaded through the grey clouds hanging low in the sky, illuminating the field around him. Thousands of tiny, rose-like flowers filled the grassy area. Every bloom showed pastel pink petals opened skyward, awaiting dawn's first light when they would once again begin the photosynthesis process. With a triumphant wave of the chainsaw, Zim proceeded to skip delicately through the field. Every five or six steps he would twirl mid-air, closing his eyes in delight at the light feeling. Surely no other being besides Zim could experience this magnificence. He treasured this knowledge as he hopped and leapt through the pink-flowered field, humming chainsaw in hand.
Nightmare NightAlthough the rain was warm and welcoming after the hot, dry summer, it poured down ceaselessly as lightning began to strike with the loud crack of thunder rolling menacingly overhead. The ground had become over-saturated half an hour ago, so now the rain collected on the side of the street in large puddles. The wind would pick up every few minutes, sweeping through the trees and snatching up whatever leaves were left, throwing them at the windshields of oncoming cars that were already having a difficult enough time trying to avoid the puddles. One particular taxi driver was having a more difficult time than most, and would have been swerving between lanes even without the force of the storm thanks to his passengers. They had been bickering since the moment they seated themselves in the back, and the boy would often shout in the driver's ear, or smack him upon the head while flailing about.
Around two in the afternoon the driver had arrived at a strange gr
OriginThe late autumn breeze playfully twirled leaves down the road and onto the sidewalk, where young children heading to school gleefully chased them down and stepped on them with a satisfying crunch. Watching over one particular group of kids was a young man dressed for work in his black office suit, brightened only by a red silk tie over the white shirt underneath the buttoned jacket. His own daughter chirped happily, playing with his coattails as they lifted in the breeze. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at her; a mirror image of her mother, who had died while giving birth, she had all the same wonderful qualities. Her clear blue eyes, her cheerful smile, the way she busied herself at home and laughed when her father tickled her. There was no love in the world such as the one this young man had for his daughter. She was the reason he escorted this group of children to school five days a week; after the loss of his wife he had vowed to spend every possible moment with their littl