Suddenly you hear it—a little knock at the door. Soft and slow, near the bottom. After a moment, there’s a tiny cough.
A lurid purple appendage stretched out of the thing’s mouth, rolling like an alien tuber towards the tuna, sucking it up and catching the ceramic plate on fire.
No first person narratives here, oh no; the reader is along for the tragic ride, watching the characters stumble towards doom not so much because of their flaws but in spite of their strengths.
It crawled out of its own pan on nine legs
Mother and Father often told him never mind Aunt Hagatha. She bears quite the burden. But Ambrose knew the secret she guarded was actually a treasure, a dark blessing.
The new principal of Walter Leet Memorial High School, Dr. Boyle, did not eat any of the doughnuts. The first time she lifted up the lid of that yellow box to peer inside, she felt a bristling at the back of her neck. A strange dread came creeping over her that could not be explained by mere wariness of pre-diabetes.