Cat and Mouse Games"Help!" cried the small mouse.
The cat just laughed. "There's no one here."
"Let me go!" the mouse pleaded.
"Ahh! If only I could!" the large tabby cat said. "But I've not eaten yet today."
Just then the mouse made a dive for it. The cat called out with a smile, "Don't run. You'll only die tired!"
The mouse seemed not to listen as he ran down the alley. With several leaps the cat soon caught up with the mouse. He could hear the rodent's heart pounding and heavy breathing.
The cat slowly ate his tender mousy meal.
A Mother's Day VisitI stood over my mother's plot, the flowers I'd gotten her laid on the ground at my feet. I held a faded scrap of paper and a vial the voodoo man had given me. "Shake the contents of the vial over the grave three times then recite the poem," I read.
I shook the contents of the vial then read, "Rise from the dead, sleepy head. Its time to rise from where you have lain. Rise from the dead, sleepy head. Your loved one wants to see you again."
The earth shook, the soil parting as my mother's skeletal body rose from the ground. She groaned angrily as she stood up, glaring at me.
I picked up the flowers and held them out to her, my hands shaking. "Happy Mother's Day! I love you."
She knocked them out of my hands and lunged at me. She grabbed my shirt as she tried to pull me close, her mouth opening to take a bite from my head.
"Go back to the earth, to your endless berth!" I quickly said as I pushed her backwards. The earth opened and swallowed her then closed over her body.
"See you again ne
Three Wishes"Get your cheap wishes here! Just three for $100!" the medieval faire vendor called out.
"I bet they're not real wishes," Ben said.
"They're fairy certified!" the vendor said as he pulled out the certification for him to read.
"Prove it," Ben challenged.
"I'm sorry Sir, but no free samples," the vendor replied, walking away.
"Wait up," Ben called. "I'll buy three."
The vendor took Ben's money then handed him three tokens. "Find a wishing well and toss one coin in per wish. But be careful what you wish for, because you might not get what you expect."
Ben put the tokens in his pocket then wandered around the world for several months looking for a wishing well. The vendor's warning was soon gone from his thoughts.
During his travels, he'd felt alone and wanted someone to travel with. Ben didn't want to marry just anyone though, he wanted to marry the most beautiful woman in the world. When he finally found a wishing well he threw a coin in and wished for the most beautiful woman.
Beauty is Skin Deep"You have beautiful skin," Bob said to the blonde at the bar.
"Sweet talker. I'm Brandy," she said.
"I'm entranced," Bob replied as he ran his finger along her arm. "Can I try it on?"
Bob frowned and dropped a roofie in her appletini. She finished the drink and started to walk away but the drug was taking effect. Bob offered to escort her home.
"415 West Main," she mumbled. He flagged a taxi and they were soon at her place. Bob helped her into the apartment.
"I don't take no for an answer," Bob said as he yanked her spirit out and threw it against the wall. He slithered out of his host and into her body, his spirit flowing through her.
He shoved her wilting spirit into his former host then guided the body out the door. He hailed a cab and gave the driver $100 to take his old body to the homeless shelter.
Bob went back inside, undressed and stood in front of a full-length mirror. He smiled as he ran his hand over his new host, enjoying the feeling of her skin and feminine form