He was round, solid, and orange; if Bob L’Eponge lived anywhere, it was an alternate dimension. A large baguette overshadowing le Crustae Crabeau, soggy croissants floating about through the water, traditional characters nowhere to be found.

I ran my fingers against the smooth wall, searching for the knob yet knowing I wouldn’t find it. It used to be there, a beautiful door that shaped my childhood. My mother never told me why my father would disappear behind it everyday. Now, it was too late– she never would.

I am a very tall eld, and frankly it is a disgrace that I have had such a terrible night of sleep upon this patty. It is awfully cold and wet, and has soaked me almost to the bone. I shiver with every passing breeze; it is a disgrace to my noble species. I am a disgrace to my noble species, laying here soaked in chocolate and paste.

In order to be an ineffective referee, there are five rules you must follow. Number one: absolutely ALWAYS eat the orange slices for the teams to keep up your energy. Number two: Never forget to release the bees. Number 3: Make sure to always wear your underwear on top of your clothes.

“Boo hoo,” Celia mocked. “What are you gonna do? Cry?”

“Actually, no because I’m a fish,” I said, smirking in response.

“But you look. . . human. What are you, you satanic creature?” Celia demanded, shaking with fear.

The warm wind blowing through the peaceful breeze

People strolling in for the day ahead

They know that they definitely won't freeze

While others decide to stay in their bed

“What a way to go,” I thought to myself as I watched the shards of glass from what was once the window of my ship slowly drift toward their shadowy destination. As a quantum researcher, I knew people were sucked into black holes occasionally, but it always happened to somebody you knew or a friend of a friend, not you.

Her cheek was pressed to the night-cold floor of the unfamiliar, small building she had come across. Dawn light filtered through the strange colored glass of the windows, illuminating the dusty, echoey, empty space and her broken bike leaned against the wall.

Our swords came together in a clatter of sparks, and I gripped the handle of mine as I pushed his aside. I needed to be careful not to let even a sliver of the blade touch my skin. After all, his was electrified.

We had been fighting for minutes now. My arms were sore, and I was sure his were exhausted; his blade shook in his fingers, and his right arm was in bad shape.

Vines crisscrossed along the stony wall, intersecting each other and creating a mesh of tangled leaves and thorns. They reached far up above the wall, creating a viridian labyrinth. They coiled around and clung to each other, pushing high above. Masses of thin, olive-green leaves grew on them. Their fine veins were hardly visible to a good eye, and they created a canopy that left no trace left behind of the stone wall the twines clung to desperately.

The only thing she remembered thinking one second after the order was that she got to miss the last five minutes of math class. In the future, people would write about the order, people would analyze it for hours on end, but can anyone truly recognize the importance of history as they are living it?

And this is the part where you take her fine-boned hand and dance. This is the part where you fall in love again, where you look at bare stained bones and think you could spend eternity like this until you're both ground down to dust and sparkling love.