Full Body Inflation

"Boring!" Candy announced, lying on the couch upside down, her legs sticking up over the back of the couch.

"You said it!" said Cindy, strolling into the room from the kitchen, a big bowl of popcorn in one hand. As she passed Candy's feet, she reached out to tickle them. Candy kicked back and rolled onto the floor, giggling.

"Where are all the parties tonight?" Heather asked from where she sat facing the TV.

"Midterms!" yelled Ellie from the bedroom. "Too many damn midterms! Everybody's studying!"

"Midterms!" Heather grumped.

Shelley’s heart felt inflamed with revenge and her mind muddled by drink. She was young, attractive and hard working; she fully deserved her success and had had a meteoric rise through the world of politics, being made a junior minister in the ministry of administrative affairs less than 2 years after first being elected to parliament. Politics, however, was a fickle game; public opinion and the devil on its shoulder that is the media, your boss. A nasty rumour could easily shoot down even the most integral and conscientious of politicians.

Katherine's acquired a magical paintbrush that can make her dreams into reality. She really ought to be more careful with it.

Once the laboratory was quiet, the room darkened and everyone gone, Philippa emerged slowly from the store cupboard where she had hidden. She was careful not to set off any motion detectors as she stepped out onto the tiled floor, but fortunately there were none and the pristine silence remained just that. The slender girl pitter pattered gently across the floor towards the windows. She looked out of the seventh floor window over the car park and the busy motorway, silenced behind the double panes of glass.