"We've had a problem with the cursing, haven't we, dear?" Mr. Olivestone said, handing an iced tea to his wife. Helen Olivestone took it with a slight smile, but didn't drink from it until she meticulously removed every drop of condensation from the glass with a paper napkin. "Well, ...

"You can't have a ray gun," Jolie said as she dragged her pen across Jake's sheet. "They didn't even exist back then." "My character invented the ray gun," Jake clarified, and Tim snickered. "What? Somebody had to invent them." Above the terradome in Jolie's mother's living quarters, ...

They are not awake. They have been asleep for days, years. They lie sprawled across train platforms, clutching cellphones, notebooks, and mp3 players. Their hearts barely beat, drowsy with decreased metabolism. Their fingernails have grown long, curling under. They are pristine white from ...

“Oh my God. Peter, you didn’t.” Peter smirked at his wife’s gaping stare. “You bet I did,” he told her smugly. “Nothing’s too good for our anniversary.” “It looks fabulous.” Beatrice’s eyes shone as she ran a finger over the plastic wrap, feeling the smooth depression ...

Her hands were starting to look like lobster claws. She said she wasn’t going to go all the way, and wiggled the smaller claw to show it was still opposable. She said she liked the little teeth, though, and squeezed my arm too hard. She laughed at the little indentions in my arm. She almost ...

Uchenna watched his eight-year-old daughter Nat charge into the surf. She let out a piercing cry that was one part scream and three parts laugh as soon as the water hit her bare skin. "It's so cold!" she said, adjusting her bright red and yellow goggles. Nat grabbed her arms and gave herself ...