My stories

     She raced through the streets, breathless as she kept just ahead of the angry mob behind her. Her small feet pounded on the street, nearly silent compared to the cacophonous thundering of the countless racing feet behind her. She turned a corner and found herself in a dead-end alleyway .      I'm dead! She thought frantically as she stared at the walls surrounding her. She briefly entertained the notion of using parkour to climb them, but she had never even tried it before and she would likely just end up breaking her neck.      She turned to the mouth of the alleyway, maybe it would be like in cartoons where the good guy turns down a side passage just in front of the bad guys and they somehow miss it and continue running straight ahead like morons. No luck, the angry crowd had already surged into the alley.      She looked at the large group covered in red paint and chicken feathers, worst prank idea, ever.

     She sat on the swing, gently swaying back and forth, her ears deaf to the raucous sound of squealing children, and to their parents' frequent calls to be careful. She only had ears for one thing, and one thing only.      "'I'm sad, and I really hope that the rose bush over there starts reading my mind again. I really need someone to talk to.'" the rose bush announced.      "Yeah, pretty much." she said drearily.      "'Oh yay. Someone's finally talking to me.'" the rose bush continued.      The girl smiled, her day was already brightening, she loved that rose bush dearly, it was her best friend.      "Oh for the love of God, I can't take it anymore!" the rose bush declared.      The girl quickly whirled her head to face the bush, "I wasn't thinking that!"      "Yes you were," the rose bush said, "I'm here to read the minds of kids having fun, not an angsty seventeen-year