A laser burst forth from the surface of the planet, obliterating the oncoming asteroid; the shattered gore of the doom-laden rock pattered harmlessly against the atmosphere.
The mammals would not go down as easily as the dinosaurs had.
"This sock will never be lost, thanks to my enchantment."
"How does it work?" the man asked the witch.
"They're linked by spiritual threads—they'll always find their way back together." "Even after going through a washer?"
She looked away. "Washers are dark magic."
The stone leaves your hand with an aggressive clockwise spin. It skips along the shore— skip, skip skip — turning the brackish lake's surface into a trampoline.
The stone crosses the horizon. Some people think it's still going.
After the match, both players believed they’d won. They were both right—only one of them had been keeping score.
He was wise. He was worldly. He was rational, reasoned, calculating. He believed what he could see, and nothing else.
He did not listen to the lore.
And when the fae called to him, he paid no heed; he followed the call.
She twirls, glib and incandescent, through the time stream. The waltz counts its stately cadence as she dances through the decades.
The song ends. She looks around, finding herself in the early 21st century.
Not her favorite.
She queues up a new song—a tango.
"Kiss me, and I'll turn into a handsome prince and marry you!"
She kissed him, but nothing happened.
"Damn, again? Why isn't this curse breaking?"
"Have you kissed anyone other than women?" she asked.
"Uhh..." the frog replied, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Maybe you need to stay a frog a little longer."