The Moment Of True Happiness

My dad told me, on my 10th birthday, as he gave me my first beer, that one day, I'd know true happiness. That there'd be a moment where everything made sense, that I'd work everything out, and be truly happy.

I took that to heart, and worked hard at everything, at my job, at my sweetheart, at everything. And I eagerly awaited that moment.

It never came.

When I drunkenly wrapped my car round that tree, my dad was the first ghost I saw, and I asked what I'd missed.

His attempt to give me what he never had, apparently.

Powerful Changes

I found a way to power my abilities way past my usual limits, via burning out alternate universes. I take a bunch of them and destory them, a million at a time, and my powers over people and things is increased tenfold.

But then I found myself running out of alternate universes. So I needed to create a bunch, preferably ones with massive changes.

So I set up a nuclear bomb, deep underground, powerful enough to destroy the world. It would go off only if the ten thousand digit random number generator manages to...

What the hell's that rumbling noise?

Stirring The Pot

Every day, the little old lady sat at the window of the store, a rug over her lower half, constantly stirring a pot of crunchmix, adding stuff as needed. For a coin, she'd put a scoop in a leafbowl and hand it over, bigger scoops and bowls for silver and gold coins.

The local children all had theories as to what was under the rug. Tentacles was the most popular theory, but clockwork had its advocates.

Eventually, a brave lad snuck in and looked, revealing nothing.

As in no legs at all.

That was viewed as a disappointment by everyone.

A Good Stabbing

As far as stabbings go, it was not the worst. It missed all my vital organs, and there wasn't any poison or ragged edges to tear and rip as I pulled the knife out.

But that just left the blood, the hole, and one pouring out of the other.

I needed assistance, I needed to get help as soon as possible. But that wasn't going to happen, not with him still standing before me, his expression clouded by the fact I wasn't down.

But now I had a knife.

As far as stabbings go, it was pretty good, for me.

The End Of Glory

Glory was one of the most powerful superheroes on the planet, but she knew her limits. There were beings from the cosmos that could snap her like a twig, with just a thought.

So she had her friends, her allies, she called on them when she needed help.

But she didn't waste their time. She knew what she could handle, and would handle it solo.

She was always worried that one day, she'd underestimate a threat and not call on them.

The idea that she'd end when she called for help and no-one came hadn't occured to her at all.

Perfect Trap

It was the perfect trap. Signs and radio signals saying it was a safe house from the zombies, an obvious safe walkway over a bridge over spikes to give the illusion of safety, then a tiny hole to climb through, then the floor would gjve way, dropping them into the lower room, full of zombies to eat them up. Escape would be impossible. He could then pick up the supplies left outside. Perfect!

Perfect, except that the first person through got stuck. So he had to go push.

And they grabbed him and pulled him through.

And yep, escape? Impossible.

Symbolism

The arrow was the one that killed King Brek. It was pulled out of his neck, and given it had maintained its shape but was blood soaked, it made for a perfect symbol of the new Republic.

It was framed and hung above the throne, as a reminder to all that the throne would remain empty, and why.

But then, Suvia claimed the Goddess had chosen her to rule, she claimed that the throne was hers.

After a long battle, she captured the throne, and when she sat down, the arrow fell.

And landed in her hand, proving her point.