Never

The day had come. The day they said was impossible. The day that it would all change forever. The day that nobody in their right mind had predicted.
The paperboy had put the newspaper all the way through the letterbox without tearing it.

T-shirt

"I like your t-shirt, man."
He smiled and continued walking.
"They're my favourite band of all time."
He smiled and kept going.
"Hey!" The man stepped in front of him and looked at the t-shirt. "Excellent choice."
He tried to walk around the man, but he moved and blocked the way.
"What are you doing?" asked the man.
"Just going about my business."
"I made a positive comment about your t-shirt, so you're obliged to talk to me."
He tore off the t-shirt and threw it to the ground. He stepped around the man and walked away.

Pot Noodle

The kettle boiled and she poured water into the plastic pot.
In two minutes it would be ready to eat and she'd have her favourite snack.
A rustling noise came from within the pot. She leaned in to have a look.
A large pipe rose quickly out of the noodles and stuck to her forehead. She grabbed it and tried to get it off, but it was too strong.
She could feel herself growing weaker as the pipe sucked the life out of her.

The Cave

There was definitely a noise coming from inside.
Perhaps the legend was true?
If they thought the legend was in any way true at all they never would have gone inside. They thought it was some kind of prankster and they intended to expose them.
There were more noises, getting louder with every step they took into the darkness.
Outside the cave growling and screaming could be heard.

No Change for the Wicked

The youth walked over to the counter.
"Can you change this?" he asked, tossing a five pound note on to the wooden surface.
"Sure," said the man, taking the note and opening his till.
He handed the youth a five pound note.
"What's this?"
"It's a five pound note."
"I can see that, but I wanted change."
"You got change. That's a different five pound note to the one you gave me."

The Guard

He stood from behind his desk and grabbed the torch. It was time for his round. All the doors had been locked an hour ago and they still would be now, but it still needed to be done.
The dark corridors were unsettling and even after six months of doing this job he couldn't get used to them.
He swung the torch from side to side and the light caught first one wall and then another.
He saw something.
What?
How had that got there?
The doors were locked. He knew they were.
The torch was knocked from his hand and he screamed.

The Beach

He stood and looked down at the beach.
Children made sandcastles and ran down to the water to paddle. A man was leading eight donkeys on to the beach a little further along.
It reminded him of his childhood and he was feeling quite nostalgic.
Maybe he should get an ice cream first?
No, that wasn't the plan.
He opened his jacket, revealing the device strapped to his stomach.
He pressed the button.