809.

Their hands reached out to grab an anchor in the dark.

808.

She felt somewhat vulnerable, as if she had no clothes on.

807.

The back of the dragon's teeth were mossy.

806.

It is scary who she was when she was asleep.

805.

Would you breed it out if you could?

804.

He wore yellow Phua Chu Kang rubber boots.

803.

The construction worker had pale feet.

802.

Trying not to be stressed.

Trying not to be stressed.

Trying not to be stressed.

801.

She chose the dull-looking bird in her hand over the multitude of birds in the sky.

800.

Possibly the longest afternoon ever.

799.

The lady with a large lump on the back of her neck smiled broadly when her bus came, and said, "六一来了。"

798.

The resurrection of the body reminded him of R.C. Sproul which reminded him of Pope Bud, and he thought, "I think I'll write an email."

797.

One tablespoon grounds; four-fifths cup hot water; one-fifth cup cold milk; one TALL cup coffee.

796.

A PE teacher standing at the bottom of a hill with a watch in his hand. Boys in yellow tshirts running as if their limbs were loose.

795.

On Mondays, everything looks bleak.

794.

Cocooned in the bus, her body shuttled to work.

793.

She felt like curling up on the pew and letting the words wash over her.

792.

When she clicked link after link after link, what was it that she was looking for?

791.

Water to sink in; water to drink. They were fundamentally different substances.

790.

She plunged in headfirst. She was determined to survive this.

789.

I'm scared. Won't you hold my hand?

788.

What is the point of twittering to yourself?

787.

It was a double-shot coffee kinda day.

786.

She had the face of a cat and the body of a nubile woman.

785.

The pictures carried him to a land of shifting sand and a pale rising moon. He was surprised how familiar she looked.

784.

She needed to go to bed but she was hopelessly addicted.

783.

It was a spongey kind of yummy.

782.

And warm and fuzzies too.

781.

She was going away for a week, so she stocked up on internet.

780.

They went for a walk with snuffy.

779.

Her throat itched. She wanted a test tube scrubber.

778.

After the intrusion of the divine, she could go back to being normal.

777.

Finally, at God's number.

776.

Dancing in the dark.

775.

She really wished that he was wallowing in regret, but he was moving on quite nicely.