Week - 680 Last Minute Gift (Baskets) by placebo_533

Description: It's coming up to Valentines Day and we all know what that means...

Week - 699 Stuck by placebo_533

Description: The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.

Week - 705 Jack-O-Luncheon by placebo_533

Description: Boo! Aaah!

Week - 711 Baby Blues by placebo_533

Description: Hush...

Week - 717 Heavy Metal by placebo_533

Description: A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.

Week - 720 The Riddle of The Sphinx by placebo_533

Description: Two travelers must answer...

Week - 750 True Colour by placebo_533

Description: Gerard lay back, content at last, as the final word of his latest story dried on the paper. Complete at last. Already his head stormed with new ideas and fresh enthusiasm. No matter how many novels, or how many short stories, each began like first steps - brimming with new life and possibility.

Week - 755 The Truth About Clowns by placebo_533

Description: At the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared.

Week - 771 Home Sweet Home by placebo_533

Description: Just a Candy Elephante trying to find a safe home.