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Morning. Caitlyn squinted her eyes against the light coming in through her blinds. A Saturday, no school, and from the sounds of it, or lack of sounds, it didn't seem her parents were home. She mulled over the idea of just staying in bed and being lazy when she felt a sharp pain under her ribs. She inhaled sharply, peek one eye cautiously open. "Oh...so you're still there..." Her sheets billowed up roundly over her middle. There was a flutter along her side as she sighed. "And you too..." Every morning she thought she was going to wake up with her regular form and laugh about the crazy dream, but the wait pressing down on her middle was unmis

"Get it Jeffy!" pinged Elu's voice down into the depths where 'Jeffy' pursued the lobster. It scuttled backwards under a shelf of coral out of his reach. Jeffy, or Jeffrey rather, circled around the outcropping looking for a way to get at it. Somewhere in the brightness above him where the sun was shining into the water Elu offered him critique on his form. "Don't approach the hard shelled from the front, they dart for the protective cover with a flick of thier tails, get between them and their refuge!". This came to Jeffery as a series of squeeks and clicks, Elu's native tongue which he translated easily...speaking it however..."Jeffy know,

Beached The pain. Her body was ripping apart. She lay on the beach next to her home. Her eyes slowly closed as the sun peeked over the horizon. He had walked this beach behind his home every morning.  In his 20s. Nicely built with chocolate brown eyes. The sun had risen enough to light his way, but it was still a bit cold. The waves lapped at his feet as the last of the nocturnal crabs scurry to their holes. Although he had always walked the same path, his eyes always roamed the beaches searching for something. He surveyed the beach ahead and spotted something. "An animal?" He hurried his pace. "No, not an animal." He broke into a run as

The soft sand crunched softly as a pair of figures quickly but quietly worked their way up the beach to the old wooden house, the outline just visible in the night time gloom against star swept sky.      'Pizza?' a voice chirped      'Pizza later,' an exasperated voice answered, 'Cloths first, then we'll see about pizza.'      'Pizza!' exclaimed the first voice with redoubled enthusiasm.       The second voice, male unlike the first, sighed as he arrived at the door. There was a soft yelp as his bare feet caught a splinter on the deck and waved at his companion to stay back in the sand as he approached the glass doors.  He peered insi