Tree Dreams

Once upon a time there was a tree that thought it was a bird which thought it was a fox, who dreamed of being a fish that thought it was a frog, who imagined a day it would kiss a princess and become a man, a man who would look at the trees and yearn to be one of them.

Andrew?

Anne Drew, together with her friends Andrew and Drew, outlined and drew up the plans for the drive through, but threw out the first drawing when they realized that neither Anne, Andrew, nor Drew could draw.

Mary

James Mary and Mary James married merrily Monday morning. The newly married couple of James and Mary Mary (formerly James) are very merry and happily married with nary a care, contrary to what Larry from Barrie would say. The married Marys plan to open a dairy on a ferry on the river in Irish Derry. It will of course be called the Derry Ferry Dairy of James and Mary Mary.

Food

It doesn't smell like food. It smells like that thing I found where I run around sometimes that maybe was food at one point but wasn't food any more. At least not good food. Maybe this is not good food? I'll just take a small bite and see if - ugh... this is not food.

Mommy

     "Did you see the funny tree Daddy?"
     "I sure did. It kind of looked like a clown, didn't it?"
     "It wasn't a clown. It was mommy. She told me so."
     "Oh, the tree... I uh, I mean mommy talked to you?"
     "Yep. She said you're going the wrong way."

Snowflakes

Snow flakes, fat and wet, drift gently, lazily down, joining their kin already at rest on trees and empty fields. There is no breeze, no movement from creature or man. The world is cold and still, hushed as if sleeping and waiting to wake. Each snowflake becomes a memory of movement, a promise that life continues and will return again.

Ocean

I can still smell the ocean sometimes. I can't see the faces of loved ones or remember the street where I lived. Indeed, most of what came before the desert is like a dream almost faded, thoughts and images just beyond remembering that you can't get back no matter how hard you try. I'm not even sure I remember my own name.

But I can still smell the ocean.

Code

As hard as he tried, he simply could not find an answer this time. It had to be somwhere, hidden in the text, but this code was unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. There seemed to be no cipher whatsoever, no clue as to how he should interpret the apparently random sequences of letters and numbers.
     "Any of you fluent in Ugaric?" he asked.  "It was rhetorical," he muttered as one of the men started to answer.

Generator

     "If you don't get that generator back online, we won't survive the next few hours, let alone days."
     "I'm working on it, Jade! It'd help if you kept the forzali off my back."
     "What do you think I've been doing, you thankless grunt? Move it, or I'll kill you myself and use your oxygen."

Foggy

You couldn't even see your hand in front of your face, so thick was this fog. Now, fog was common enough in Cornerbrook, but it typically didn't seep out of the broken windows of an abandoned hospital. This was no ordinary fog, and already I could feel the difference on my skin. Then came the light - green and seemingly coming from everywhere all at once. Where all of this came from and what its purpose was, I still haven't the foggiest.