Attley refused to worry. What was there to worry about? Planes experienced turbulence all the time. Kids were always imagining things out on the wings, too many Stephen King movies or something. And the pilots were obviously playing a joke on them, a weird unprofessional joke, but a joke nonetheless ( Read more... )

The little picture of a buckeled seat belt above her head lit up almost the instant the turbulence began, and a soft "ding" sounded throughout the cabin. "Attention passengers," droned a very unenthused male voice, "we're experiencing some mild turbulence. Nothing to be worried about. But just to be safe, please remain seated with seatbelts ( Read more... )

These long flights always bored her. She tried to read for as long as possible, but something about the mixture of stale air and too many people made her stomach queasy enough to guarantee a trip to the convenient paper bag stored in the chair in front of her. Although she had wanted to pay the extra hundred bucks for a first class ticket, where ( Read more... )

Attley Ackinson put down her book and slid up the heavy plastic shade over the tiny window beside her. The absurdly bright sunlight of thirty thousand feet flooded over her and onto the sleeping blanket-covered figure beside her ( Read more... )

'kay, we're kind of tired of this Mario story aren't we?

I know Jen is. I know Heather is. I know I am. That about covers everybody. I hearby conclude that Mario is going to be kicked into limbo until one of us decides to bring him back.

Oookay, Jen? Do you want to start the new story? We should switch the order around.

Mario stumbled into his bedroom wearily, clinging to the door frame for support, his head hanging almost down to the middle of his chest. Every step looked like it was dragged from the very bottom of the very last barrel of reserve energy the poor, normally chipper, little man could muster up. But he kept pulling his feet across the plush peachy ( Read more... )

She hadn’t been walking for too long when a creature about one-third her size with a mushroom cap for a head scrambled up beside her.

“You’re in all sorts of trouble,” it squeaked matter-of-factly.

“No kidding. Have you ever tried walking anywhere in high heels?” Pauline grimaced.

“Yeah. I don’t know about that,” the talking toadstool stared at ( Read more... )

The giant had lifted Mario and the spiky-shelled creature up so high that Pauline wasn't able to hear their reply, if they made one at all. After what seemed like an eternity to the cowering Pauline, the enormous girl started yelling. Her voice was so deep and loud, almost like thunder, that Pauline couldn't make out many of the words. Or maybe ( Read more... )

Pauline was waiting for the expanse of her cream colored duvet and queen sized bed to come into view, maybe with the morning sunlight streaming through the wood venetian blinds and leaving bars across her legs. But as the world beyond her comfortably closed eyes slowly came into view, her stomach sank as she remembered all the horrible ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, just down the road ( Read more... )