Kitchen showdown

She looked at the light bulb swinging over her head and thought Crap on toast! Why does this stuff always happen to me?!

The sound of the rapid fire shells hitting the floor was oddly musical. How had they found her? She thought she had been so careful. The pantry floor linoleum was cold and sticky against her sweat-flushed skin.

She pulled the jumbo size can of tomato paste from under the bottom shelf and unscrewed the lid. You only die once. She smiled grimly as she pulled out the flash bomb, hand grenade, and pistol grip shot gun.

Perfect Party Plans

Chop. Dice. Pare. Slice. Eleanor Prim’s apple wedges and celery sticks were uniform in every possible way. Errant pieces were discarded, and, with practiced, patient skill, Miss Prim turned her attention to the block of cheese. After focused concentration, she produced dozens of precise cubes suitable to be methodically arranged on the silver tray. As Miss Prim carefully positioned all the assorted morsels in a symmetrical pattern, taking into consideration color and size, she glanced at the clock. Her ornate, handmade invitations had specified 7:00 p.m. sharp. Perhaps, one day, Miss Prim would find the courage to mail the invitations.

Piggy Oinker and the Space Ship

Captain Oinker grunted as she ran through her ship's pre-launch procedures. The scene her hull-cam showed her of the landing area was awash with locals frantically waving their arms to get her attention. She already cut their apologies short by turning off the audio feed. The computer prepped the darkmatter bomb for her as she set the target for the center of their planet. One trotter-shaped button press later and she could set course for the next planet on her list: Earth. Perhaps they haven't mistaken the ambassadors sent to them by the Porkucouncil as a food source like these primitives did. Perhaps she won't have to destroy their world...

gwen.

I knew I loved you when the thought of you first entered my mind. I never tire of watching you... the only time I feel complete is when you are in my arms. I ache for you- I wish I could cradle you for eternity. I am fascinated by you... your smile, your laugh, your impish sense of humor. You challenge me, you strengthen me. I would be rudderless without you. You anchor me to life in a way you will never understand. You are joy unbound- like wind stirring the leaves. You are mine and I am yours, daughter.

The Smell.

The smell. What is that smell?  It's everywhere.  The food, air, people!   At first, exotic and promising.  A spice most assuredly.  What is it hiding?   The first hint. The large rat under the table.  The thinness of the people, so many people.  It came slowly.   In waves.  Go outside!  Breathe! Fresh air?  That smell, it is everywhere!  Liquid.  Boiling liquid.  The heat.  Sweat.  Just across the yard.  Not far. The gray, closing in.  No one is helping.  I recall the body on the sidewalk. Christ's not here!   Keep moving!  The cool comfort of a locked door and porcelain!  The SMELL!