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You have wasted fifteen days of your life. He looked at the screen in disbelief. That's exactly what it took me to fix this damn machine, he guffawed.

The dogs were close. He could hear them sniffing. They won't recognise me, he thought. I am an alien now. They have changed my body and my mind. That's when his favourite dog ran up to him and licked him like he used to do always.

After a zillion excuses, he finally confronted the blank sheet. They stared at each other like lovers, then friends and then foes. They just stared and stared. So that the blank paper turned whiter and whiter and his face darker and darker.  

The man was murdered by his own shadow. Everyone looked at the front page of the newspaper in disbelief. How can a shadow kill someone? Try asking that to the paranoid soul who jumped off the roof  mistaking his shadow for that of a serial killer. 

The blind man's eyes followed him. It was rather unnerving. He shut his eyes before he plunged the knife into the poor man's heart. 

Their sweat is acidic, it can burn holes in your suit. He remembered the words of his master, as the capsule shuddered to a stop. Welcome to Acetamia, a recorded voice echoed. As the transport capsule disappeared into the green horizon, he was reminded of his mission. He was bestowed the task of collecting the love juices of the Zoomboids for research. As for the Zoomboids, the only way to make out whether these elephantine creatures were aroused was from the way they sweated.

It rained heavily enough to wash the dirt off the car. It was parked under a tree with yellow flowers.The tree belonged to the red house that was a few yards away. But, no one knew whom the car belonged to. It was just one of those nameless cars that wait patiently for their owners to return.