The man on the pier was loud. Blue perched low in the waves, and watched as he flailed around in unison with his words. His face was redder than a lobster. She should grab this man, drag him deep into the water below and eat him. He would be such an easy prey. If he ...

I stand here at the edge of the mountain. Two choices lay ahead of me. Go back down the way I came, take the easy path and turn away from the chosen task, or jump and hope that those who convinced me to trust them are correct. There is a very good chance that jumping ...