Perfect

The fans in the stands were cheering and singing as I approached the home plate. Top of the ninth inning, and the home team pitcher was up to 25 outs, no hits, no walks. He just had to get two more outs, and he'd have pitched a perfect game. Plus, given his team was nine runs up, it was unlikely that we'd make up the difference, especially given the defeat in my team-mates' eyes.

So I strode up to the base, the words of the coach telling me to 'rest for the next game'.

And I bunted for a single.

Miracle Escape

I overcorrected on the icy road, and the car went over the edge.

As it fell to the darkness below, time seemed to slow. I thought it was just a consequence of my seemingly imminent death, but then I noticed the woman in red sitting in the passenger seat.

"Well, quite the pickle, hey?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Good choice of words.

Look, I'm someone who can arrange a miraculous escape for you, in exchange for your soul."

"Aren't miracles the other side's thing?"

"Cute.

Time's ticking."

I agreed, and miraculously was thrown clear.

The passengers, not so much.

It Took Seven Days

The average asteroid field has a million clicks between rocks, but this had them crashing into each other. This was a planet forming, or the remains of one that had recently unformed.

In either case, it suited our needs, so I prepared a gravity generator, as well as the dimension door. After my people all went through the door, I placed it out in the mass of rocks with the gravity generator and began to gather the rocks and form a planet.

I'll be here, for eons, watching over the planet, encouraging life, godlike, just to hide my fellow demons.

Showed That Fraud

I didn't want to sit down at the fortune teller's booth, but I'd been insistent on coming to the fair (I'm good at the ring toss game) so when she wanted to sit down, I sat down.

The 'psychic' shuffled the tarot cards, then got me to cut them.

She dealt them out, as she asked us what we wanted to know. My girlfriend asked about our future. The woman said we'd break up shortly.

This was ten years ago, and she's my wife. Showed that fraud.

Don't know why my wife paid her so much as we left, though.

I Call It Complication

I arrived to this land a decade ago, but it only took two nights before the beast found me. It was a freezing night, and it clearly just wanted to warm itself by the fire I had made.

But then some men who were clearly hunting me attacked the beast, I presume hoping it would attack me in anger and fear. Instead, as I attacked them, I fought with the beast. It ate well on them.

It chose to follow me, and I treated it with respect, hoping one day it would leave me.

Instead, yesterday, it gave birth.

Wonderful.

Want Of A Nail

Beings who are powerful and knowledgeable enough to know about The Bureau tend to be long past the point where they think that ensuring the world doesn't spiral off the course required to get to the point where the Bureau can be set up and influence the past requires changing butterflies. They know that ensuring someone leaves a building by a certain door or sticking a nail in a horse's hoof almost never happens. Although jokes are often made.

No, instead, the vast majority of our work is placing morning after drugs in specfic breakfasts, which is somewhat different, yes?

Stone Throw

It wasn't much, just a small clearing in a forest at the foot of a mountain with a boulder in the middle of it.

But hundreds of years ago, a sword master was betrayed and murdered upon the stone. And his soul was transferred into it. Across the centuries, rarely, someone would touch the stone who was desperate for someone else to die. The soul of the sword master would emerge and do the deed.

And then, the stone was mined, ground into dust, and mixed into the paving outside a charity center.

So he became a lot more busy.