Monster Under the Bed
“But Mom! There’s a monster under my bed!” Timmy begged, hearing something scurry underneath.
“Yes, I know. You may play with him in the morning dear, but now it’s bedtime.”
Timmy shook under his blue covers. How was he supposed to sleep if there was a monster under his bed? Didn't she understand the whole concept of a monster?
When Pigs Fly
The turbine chugged and coughed black smoke as Pete wrenched on the propeller. Another failed attempt. Pete wiped the sweat from his brow and walked around the silver plane.
"David, how many times do I have to do this?" Pete asked, looking up at the masked pilot.
Dust Bunnies
Glass shattering and the almost silent sound of soft feet bounding down the hall leaked into Timmy's room. Timmy was under his blue rocket sheets, peeking his head out to watch the grey blurs run past his room between the crack in the door. Mom had always warned him that if he didn't clean his room the dust bunnies would become real, but he didn't listen. Timmy hid under his sheets again upon hearing a banging on the door. It wasn't his, but the one across the hall. They were hunting. They wanted blood.