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• "An artificial man made out of plastic?" said the executive. "What in the hell are we going to do with him?"
  "I can think of a few things," Felicia smiled.
• "Brains? I was really in the mood for sushi," said the zombie.
• "Give me a break," the chimpanzee screamed. "I get it, I really get it!"
• "Can you believe this nonsense?" the clown took a seat at the bar. "Instead of a paycheck, the circus sent me home with a 400 pound African silverback."
• "The martians are coming!" the toad-faced man croaked.
  "Did he say the Moroccans are coming?" Cybil brushed her crimson nails.
• "What a marvel of technology," he smirked. "Bananas and oranges that peel themselves! However, that's nothing compared to what's in this bag." He slipped his arm inside and took a quick survey of the crowd. Middle to upper class--all of them. He licked his chops. Suddenly he shrieked. Something inside dug its claws into him and slowly dragged him inside.
• All was well until the sky began to bleed.
• Aunt Florence slammed down with all her might. To her surprise, the fly snatched the swatter from her hand and struck back.
• Clarence was at a loss to words. Surely he could not explain how he'd grown over twelve inches the night before, nor how his wife shrank by that very same amount.
• Days passed without any wind, without even the slightest breeze. And now there was a new development. The birds had begun falling from the sky.
• Finally, after all these years, he knew what he was going to do with his life. Surprisingly, he found it in an ad in the newspaper. "Destiny," he said aloud, "manifest thyself."
• Frequently he put his foot in his mouth, and at times, all three.
• Gray was its shade, nimble and impervious.
• He'd gotten rid of his gray hairs no doubt, but now he didn't have any hair at all. Only scales.
• Maia knew the blades of grass were sharp, but this was the first time she'd seen them cut off an elf's finger.
• Now that the system was collapsing, he contemplated whether he should have thrown the other switch.
• Nuclea was its name; father of none, mother of all.
• Old age was on the horizon and he knew that if didn't seize the opportunity right now he may as well be dead. In fact, it was probably too late already. Perhaps it suited him better to be undead. It was a simple arrangement, really. An accidental slip.
• Samantha did as Samantha pleased, even now that she was dead.
• She stepped back into the fire once more, uninterested and unscathed.
• Sure, she was no Cat Woman, but she still wore a wicked pair of tights.
• The blue charm only glowed when the netherling drew close.
• The demon removed its skull and polished a spot on the back. "Sorry, what was that you said?"
• The land was dry and barren, save the creature that lingered beneath the surface. With any luck, Jess would tempt it from its cave by evening.
• The new memory blast was the cappuccino for the soul. With just a few sips one could enjoy the complete works of Shakespeare and recite every line thereafter.
• The ravenous hunger coursed through him once more and he cursed himself for what he had to do.
• The sequence was alien, inpenetrable. No one had any hope of cracking it, except one. Of course, she wasn't entirely human.
• Time was not on her side she pondered and slammed the clever into the block.
• To be known, to be loved. That was not his calling. The less anyone knew of him the better. It was for their own good. For all mankind, to be sure. And with a faint whisper he took flight.
• Tyler had a wicked pair of running shoes. And after clearing the third hurdle, he found himself dashing across the sky high above the stadium.
• Vorhoot eyed the used car salesman suspiciously. "Do you mean to tell me that this hybrid runs on beans and rice?"
• White fire ignited the chasm.
• Wicked was he, and he knew it. The halo had fallen from him long ago, even as a child. He had a talent, this one. A perverse, unwieldly talent.
• Wilber's medical policy ran out months ago and it was fine by him. Besides, he had plenty of duct tape.
• With the night she was synonymous, mysterious--alive.

Total Writing Prompts: 35