Alex thought about his hunger while he guided the skiff down the river. It had been three days since  he had eaten. His stomach stopped hurting after the first day, but he could feel his body wasting away.  Cameron sat on the back of the boat and let Alex do all of the work. He was hungry too, but not as  hungry as Alex. Cameron had stashed some rations in his poncho before they lost their cooler in the  river. He had been enjoying these rations by himself during the times that Alex slept.

"You can't be in here," said the security guard. Emilio pretended that he didn't hear her as he  continued to rifle through the filing cabinet. She put her hand on his shoulder. Emilio could feel the  strength in her grip. "Sir, come with me," she said. Just then Emilio found the folder. He pulled it from  the filing cabinet and slipped under the security guard's grip in one motion. "Sir! Put the folder back!"  yelled the guard. Emilio ran from the office. He knew he had to leave quickly before backup arrived.

The dogs were barking loudly. They were rarely quiet, but tonight they were going crazy. I sat at the  desk in the small room in which Ms. Flanders allowed me to stay and tried to do homework, but I just  couldn't concentrate. So much was going on. Roger had broken up with Alicia. Kevin was quitting the  sportsball team. I finally made some real friends, and then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew  from the dexterous and elegant rhythm of the stride that it had to be Ms. Flanders.

Lewis glared at Clark. Clark glared back at Lewis. The two men had been friends for a long time.  They had been in many fights, they had been through some low points, but never had they hated each  other like they did now. Lewis's chest burned with anger. Clark's heart blazed with defiance. Neither  man knew what would happen next, but both knew that it would not be good.

Jean sat in the back of the blues club. He wasn't there to listen to music. He wanted to see Tia. So he  sat at a table by himself and waited for her to come to him. "Can I get you something?" said Tia when  she finally approached. Jean smiled and said, "Let me get a tonic and a date with you." Tia had heard  that one before. She had heard all of them before, but she lived on tips so she smiled and laughed instead  of telling him how she really felt.

Butch dug his spurs into his horse and she kicked up dust. "Giddy up!" he said. I was riding right  behind him, but my horse wasn't as fast as his and I was a much less capable rider. "Butch, could you  wait up for me?" I asked. He didn't. I kicked my horse and tried to get her to move faster. She whinnied  and then bucked me off her. As I landed with my posterior in a mud puddle, Butch laughed. Then he  kept riding. "Butch!" I shouted, "Wait up!" He didn't.

Dr. Brando examined the fusion reactor. He knew that one false move could cause the whole system  to explode, so he worked carefully. Suddenly, Dr. Manheim walked into the reactor room. Dr. Manheim  was just out of college. He neither understood nor appreciated the pressure under which Dr. Brando was  working. Dr. Manheim snuck behind Dr. Brando and said, "What's up, Doc?" It was a terrible Bugs  Bunny impression. This did not escape Dr. Brando, as he simultaneously focused on keeping everyone  in the plant alive.

Julie looked down the street. She was relieved that there was no sign of him. She had been running  from him since she left school. She did not recognize this strange man. He drove a small silver car and  wore a collared shirt. "Who is the guy and why is he following me?" Julie thought to herself. Just then  she heard a sputtering sound. She turned around and saw a small silver car. Her heart started beating quickly. She felt afraid.

 My mother always told me that I had an overactive imagination, but look at me now. I'm writing  Hollywood movies for big budget studios. I drive a fancy red bicycle. I eat so much sushi that I've got  tapeworms living in my body. Isn't that something? All of this is due to the power of imagination. If it  weren't for my powerful imagination, I wouldn't be able to write all of these ridiculous stories.