Mathematics, performing in front of people, and the time to submit is dwindling to nothing. Angry. I think I've blown my chance

I saw a bag of it and scooped it off the ground hoping nobody would notice. Later I saw some more bags filled with something else and wondered if I'd made a mistake. img by chatgpt

His mind is surprisingly quick. "0.5% chance your science will cure me, 1.5% chance your God is the real one, I'll take my chances with my friends thanks" then sneaks onto the train so he can dig for scraps to sell for food.

I'm in a dirty, run-down old train which used to be painted and beautiful. The walls can be moved to create larger compartments. I prefer the larger lavatory because I can actually sit down in it.

A woman pretends to be nice until she gets the answer she needed, then drops the act and turns her back on me.

No one seems bothered by the sleeping mountain lion, but it's dangerous. It's not a house pet and no one seems scared by it.

Everyone is getting dressed up and ready to leave.

Our teacher was impressed by my gambit and gave me full marks; I was so proud and relieved I almost cried in class. Now comes the hard part: I have to deliver on the promise I made in my paper by getting the "stuff" out of the septic tank. I wish I hadn't used the toilet now. I'll worry about that later

We're on a ship which is a floating city; it's going down. The power is being drained by an unknown enemy and I'm the only one looking for it. We'll die if we lose it. I'm frantic, stressed out and scared. I dig through my friend's memories to find it

It's small but it can travel anywhere in the universe. A man is talking to me through it; he's crying as he tells me he's breaking up with me

The world has intelligent zombies; undead that act just like living humans. My family seems the same to me and I feel like I should trust them, but I don't. They turn to look at me.

Someone stole my backpack in a hospital or corporate office. I was told not to worry because it was on video, but I ran down the hall looking for it.

There's a tall guy with a beard, talking happily about a character in a book he likes. We're walking past the author's apartment and we shout up to her. Suddenly I'm afraid that someone will hear us.