He ran. It was too dark to see, and he heard nothing above the crush of gravel. He knew only that it followed. And it would tear him to pieces.

You don’t know these guys, and they don’t know you. But if they had the chance, they’d kill you. So kill them first. They’re not people, they’re threats. Targets.

“Why is Marty so freaked out this weekend?”

“He hasn’t realized it’s a ‘murder mystery’ vacation yet.”

“You haven’t told him? But aren’t you supposed to die tomorrow?”

The physics engine was working to spec. The input parameters were the same. But the result kept coming out differently. There was only one explanation: free will.

“He’s cheating on me!”

“Honey, you’re overreacting. He wouldn’t cheat on you. Why do you say that?”

“I saw him leaving your house yesterday morning.”

“Oh.”

They laughed when Mary enrolled in barbecue school. But today, she alone prepared every last hot dog. She was rooting for the skinny Japanese kid.

Martha hummed tunelessly while sweeping out the shed. Her breath caught as the sunlight revealed a missing floorboard. What’s Joe been doing in here?

Jeff beamed as he presented his newly-unearthed pile of rare coins to the dealer. “So, what are they worth?”

“About seventeen cents.”

See how proudly Williams displays his “employee of major distinction” award? I don’t think he realizes it was meant to be sarcastic.

Julian had suffered a horrible defeat. Tomorrow, he might not have a career. But for tonight, he was just a dad.

The legal battle was long. The Morris family was destroyed, and might never reconcile. But Grandma’s jewelry was finally Shannon’s.

Anthony didn’t hear, didn’t understand, but he didn’t mind, either. It was peaceful here. No loud noises, no pain.

As John talked to Anthony, he wondered if, somewhere behind the vacant eyes, his brother heard and understood.

The natives told Paul that the volcano was dormant. Too late, he realized the truth: virgin sacrifice.

Stranded in the past. I went back too far. They hadn’t invented the time machine yet.

It’s time to change tactics. The “happy cop, sad cop” routine is getting us nowhere.

“Don Mangione! You really want me to…?”

“Take a dive, yes.”

“But… it’s ballet!”

I prefer building with my hands. Molecular transmutation devices are just so… impersonal.

Sir, we’ve lost contact with the probe. But there is… something else!

What would the world be like if superheroes didn’t actually exist?

“Check the Yellow Pages.”

“Ah, here it is. ‘Dolphin Poison.’”

I’m missing three hours. What’s this on my hands?

“Sir. I’m in.”

“We’ll never lose another election!”

We found Atlantis. Turns out it floats.

The aliens thought we didn’t exist.

Teleportation failed. Made copies instead.

Sentience wasn’t intended. Fixed.

Tomorrow never came.

Books disintegrated.

Apocalyps—