“Dorothy.” They said it unison. “Definitely Dorothy.” Joan laughed. “Maybe the Wicked Witch of the East is under there. Under that house that should not be there on the ledge.” “Nah.” Joey scoffed. “It’s been there too long. Her body would have been absorbed by the earth. Or whatever happened to her.” “Oh. Oh.” Joan was excited. “Maybe her ruby slippers are still there.” Joey smiled. “Maybe. Maybe we should see.” Joan slumped to the ground. “No. I think that the slippers are gone. If they were ever there. I mean Dorothy would have gotten them already, right?” “Follow the yellow brick road.” Joan looked at the house sitting in an impossible place. She knew that there had not been any tornado like Baum had described. No wizard. No Oz. Not even a dream. But there it was. A house hanging over a precipice. A precipice made of concrete. A precipice made of concrete at the beach. “Wait! I’ve got it!” Joey shouted. He picked up the model house. “The house was on the beach somewhere across the Gulf. Then, a hurricane swept it away. And a tital wave lifted it up to the concrete piling of a pier. The rest of the pier washed away. But the people survived. But they need to get out now. Before the house falls or gets washed away again.” Joey smiled. Then, he shrugged. “What do you think?” Joan struggled to keep her laugh from coming out. But she could not do it. She giggled out loud. “An L. Frank Baum, you are not.” They both laughed, then said in unison, “Follow the yellow brick road.” They laughed some more.

“No wonder they called us,” My voice filled the space between me and Noah that had been empty for the last five minutes. He shook his head and furrowed his brow, “How’d it even get up there?” In true Noah fashion, he was already trying to find an explanation instead of really looking at the problem. “I’d bet one of the giants got bored and moved it.” I shrugged after my statement. We were only called on very small occasions and they were often as ridiculous as this. The school house was on the edge of a cliff. Of course the called Tele to come fix it. Of course the boss sent his two best to do this job. “I don’t know, giants don’t normally mess around with the schoolers,” his brow furrowed deeper which I didn’t even know was possible as we lifted the house and all its contents back to its place. “Whatever it was should stick to trees, they’re always easier to clean up after.” Noah’s odd words made me laugh a little, Noah wasn’t really someone to use sarcasm often. “I one hundred percent agree.”

“It must be the wind.” “The wind?!” Daryl replied incredulously, for he considered himself quite the amateur meteorologist. “How would the wind have done that?” “I don’t know. Blown it or something.” John shrugged his shoulders, as if it was impossible to embellish this explanation any further. “You think the _wind_, picked up old Gregory’s house, and put it on top of a cliff, undamaged?” “Well I don’t know, do I? What do you think happened then?” “Something strange. Something witchy. You know I heard him arguing with that _woman_? The one who’s always carting those bags around- you noticed how she’s always got a gang of cats following her around?” He pointed accusingly at the house dangling precariously above them; “I reckon _she’s_ got something to do with this bollocks!” John looked around uncomfortably. Disagreeing with Daryl never worked out for him. “Well… alright then boss, what do you want us to do?” Daryl looked at the house with glee; “Call the gang. We’ve got a job to finish.”

i forgave you over and over again. convincing myself that you’d change. one day i thought it’ll happen… but that day never came. i went to war with myself. i was out of the battlefield everyday, trying to find the good in you. are you aware how long i looked? i searched for hours on end digging and digging. eventually i was able to reach the bottom. there was only darkness, an empty black pit. i fell to the ground screaming thinking this couldn’t be it. there has to be something for me to find. something for me to continue holding onto. clinching onto my shirt, i struggle to breathe. the nothingness i found was the answer i needed. i found nothing because there was nothing. there wasn’t any reason to hold onto you an longer.

I’m sitting here with my friend Bob at the beach. We are looking up at a house in shock. I wonder how it got there. It was a beautiful house. The color was nice, and there were outside windows, but who was going to clean up the mess after it fell and crumbled to a million pieces? Bob said the house resmbled the Manapoly game peace. I believed he was right. We had both smoked weed and felt the effects. We had thought of many scenarios for how it ended up there. It could be a glitch in the matrix. Bob said I was an NPC, and that house is a marage. I could tell the weed had gone to his head. Or that could be the house from the show on Jersey Shore. There had to be so much partying in that house that people had picked up the house and moved it. We had tried to reason with the truth. How could this house end up in the most unlivable, unbalanced places? It’s a beautiful home with a great view, just don’t look down. We had just thought it was a house that had wheels and rolled itself away from the parking lots above the beach. We decided to walk past the house and realized it was cardboard market sign for real estate. I decided to lay off the drugs. My mind can jump to so many conclusions.

It seems like my life Is always On The Edge. I’m fighting my mind I’m helping someone rise When inside I can’t feel the need to survive. My life is tipping Over The Edge. I don’t know If anyone will catch me As if that matters though No one cares if a grain of sand went missing No? I just think of going missing To see who would actually care And who were true And if come back and screw the lies Through. But there is hope on the edge Because you never know I may fly forever instead.

(sorry this one is not very long) Melody stared up at the blue house framed by a grey, colorless sky. It sat on top of the giant building which she and Elissa had just come out of. They stopped walking, both pondering how it could've gotten there. "Now, do you think they did that on purpose?" Elissa questioned. "I think they probably did." "Yeah," Melody agreed. "It reminds me of something that would be at the City Museum in St. Louis. That place has a bunch of stuff hanging off the roof." A second of quiet passed. "They probably flew it up there with a helicopter or something," she continued. A few more moments passed, and the two decided it was time to get back to the fun. The next minute they were pushing the door of the building open, and they disappeared inside.

“ I think it was a tornado. Like in The Wizard of Oz.” She says. “ I think that’s foolish.” I say. “ So then what do you think caused it?” She says “ Simple human error.” I say. “ You think that about everything.” She says. “ Indeed I do.” I say. “ Huh.” She says. “ Huh indeed.” I say. “ Stop being a smart ass.” She says. “ Smart ass indeed.” I say. _silence_ __ “ Or maybe it’s just an illusion, and the house is sound, as are the inhabitants.” She says. “ Possibly, and this was not a human error, if anything a success. Perhaps they intending to cast unease upon the onlookers.” I say. “ How savage.” She says. “ With great power comes great opportunities for harmless shenanigans.” I say. “ Shenanigans indeed.” She says.

“What do you think happened with your… spy knowledge?” Mattheo says sipping his coffee. ”Psh, i dont know, a tornado or a magic person,” Tess says while stretching. “You wanna show some government badge and flip up their to find out.” ”No. If its important ill find out later,” she says rolling her eyes. ”Then you’ll tell me?” ”No.” ”Pleaseeeee life is so boring right now!” ”Please being hunted is not boring.” ”True but for some odd reason no one has broken in since my roommate-” ”Roommate!?” ”Oh yeah his name is Sam and he can stop time.” ”Get him out of you apartment.” ”What no!” ”Mattheo trust me-” ”No he is my wonderful British friend! who attacks me with potatoes... But that’s beside the point.” ”Fine, I’ll have to come over today to check him out.” ”Man never knew you were into snarky young British guys.” ”You wish. Also im 23.” ”Hes 22! See point proven.” ”Why on earth do I have to protect an idiot,” Tess whispers, standing up. “Hey im your idiot!” ”Never say that again,” she says walking away. ”Tesss wait up!”

“You see Geoff. This, this is what happens when you don’t get a full inspection before you buy” Geoff nods.