"It doesn't take much to touch someone's heart," Daisy said with a smile on her face.

"It's often just the little things you do that can change a person's day for the better."
Daisy truly believed this to be the way the world worked, but she didn't understand that
she was merely a robot that had been programmed to believe this.
She was infatuated with color. She didn't have a favorite color per se, but she did have
a fondness for teals and sea greens. You could see it in the clothes she wore that color
was an important part of her overall style. She took great pride that color flowed from
her and that color was always all around her. That is why, she explained to her date
sitting across the table, that she could never have a serious relationship with him due to
the fact that he was colorblind.
Patricia's friend who was here hardly had any issues at all, but she wasn't telling the
truth. Yesterday, before she left to go home, she heard that her husband is in the
hospital and pretended to be surprised. It later came out that she was the person who
had put him there.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't make
much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there was
someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming down the
hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak of the door
hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting for whoever
was about to discover him, but they never did.
He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but
something seemed missing. Then it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his
eyes and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture
his thoughts hoping the results would produce something that was at least half their
glory.
Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a lump
on the top of her head. It didn't really work although it was a valiant attempt. While most
people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what most people failed to
understand that within the tangles mess was an entirely new year. That was her secret.
She kept worlds on top of her head.
He ordered his regular breakfast. Two eggs sunnyside up, hash browns, and two strips
of bacon. He continued to look at the menu wondering if this would be the day he added
something new. This was also part of the routine. A few seconds of hesitation to see if
something else would be added to the order before demuring and saying that would be
all. It was the same exact meal that he had ordered every day for the past two years.
She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would likely be the
most important word of her life. It had to be exact with no possibility of being
misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Octopus."
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky move. Yes,
the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same page, but the
truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a mess than it was not
telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the opposite
direction. She sat staring ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both trains
began to move and he knew that in another timeline or in another universe, they had
been happy together.
 The bridge spanning a 100-foot gully stood in front of him as the last obstacle blocking
him from reaching his destination. While people may have called it a "bridge", the reality
was it was nothing more than splintered wooden planks held together by rotting ropes. It
was questionable whether it would hold the weight of a child, let alone the weight of a
grown man. The problem was there was no other way across the gully, and this played
into his calculations of whether or not it was worth the risk of trying to cross it.
There was a leak in the boat. Nobody had yet noticed it, and nobody would for the next
couple of hours. This was a problem since the boat was heading out to sea and while
the leak was quite small at the moment, it would be much larger when it was ultimately
discovered. John had planned it exactly this way.
It had been a late night. To be more correct, it had been an early morning. It was now
3:00 AM and George was just getting home. He wasn't sure if it had been worth it. He
was supposed to have been finished by 10:00 PM, but his boss had implored him to
stay and help when it was clear they weren't going to meet the 10:00 PM target time.
So, he had stayed an extra 5 hours and lost a good night's sleep for something he didn't
really believe in, but he did anyway because he was afraid if he refused he might lose
his job.
The day had begun on a bright note. The sun finally peeked through the rain for the first
time in a week, and the birds were sinf=ging in its warmth. There was no way to
anticipate what was about to happen. It was a worst-case scenario and there was no
way out of it.
Bryan had made peace with himself and felt comfortable with the choices he made. This
had made all the difference in the world. Being alone no longer bothered him and this
was essential since there was a good chance he might spend the rest of his life alone in
a cell.
Love isn't always a ray of sunshine. That's what the older girls kept telling her when she
said she had found the perfect man. She had thought this was simply bitter talk on their
part since they had been unable to find true love like hers. But now she had to face the
fact that they may have been right. Love may not always be a ray of sunshine. That is
unless they were referring to how the sun can burn.
His mother had always taught him not to ever think of himself as better than others.
He'd tried to live by this motto. He never looked down on those who were less fortunate
or who had less money than him. But the stupidity of the group of people he was talking
to made him change his mind.
She was aware that things could go wrong. In fact, she had trained her entire life in
anticipation that things would go wrong one day. She had quiet confidence as she
started to see that this was the day that all her training would be worthwhile and useful.
At this point, she had no idea just how wrong everything would go that day.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely on its
way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or the town. A car
was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb in the air, she
had a plan.
There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe. All one had to do was look at it to
know that with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been able to
work one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but time was something he
didn't have. A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made quickly.
 Lori lived her life through the lens of a camera. She never realized this until this very
moment as she scrolled through thousands of images on your computer. She could
remember the exact moment each photo was taken. She could remember where she
had been, what she was thinking as she tried to get the shot, the smells of the
surrounding area, and even the emotions that she felt taking the photo, yet she had
trouble remembering what she had for breakfast.
Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he quietly
listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last,
but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun
beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as he could
remember.
He dropped the ball. While most people would think that this was a metaphor of some
type, in Joe's case it was absolutely literal. He had hopes of reaching the Major League
and that dream was now it great jeopardy. All because he had dropped the ball.
They had always called it the green river. It made sense. The river was green. The river
likely had a different official name, but to everyone in town, it was and had always been
the green river. So it was with great surprise that on this day the green river was a
fluorescent pink.
She never liked cleaning the sink. It was beyond her comprehension how it got so dirty
so quickly. It seemed that she was forced to clean it every other day. Even when she
was extra careful to keep things clean and orderly, it still ended up looking like a mess
in a couple of days. What she didn't know was there was a tiny creature living in it that
didn't like things neat.
Stranded. Yes, she was now the first person ever to land on Venus, but that was of little
consequence. Her name would be read by millions in school as the first to land here,
but that celebrity would never actually be seen by her. She looked at the control panel
and knew there was nothing that would ever get it back into working order. She was the
first and it was not clear this would also be her last.