I got a tornado hair style thanks to my California life style.

Far below he could see the ice exploding from deep within the earth, and out popped a giant lobster. It was drooling as it moved in. This was some kind of shag attempt!

People were upset with the status quo and the ham and spam weren't doing it anymore. The pork just needed more time.

He found himself walking downwards as the world seemed to collapse around him, a weight to leave his shoulders, while the wind slowed and a few grains of pollen came through.

This is Fictions must take you beyond the past fictions. So I have a challenge, yet nothing stirs me like this one.