Prompt: I am writing a story in the perspective of a little man that lives inside of my mouth, the little man is planning to escape while the person is at the dentists office.

         Yuck! This cave is really warm and soggy. I wish I could get out of here and move to a new area, although sometimes it is not too bad. For example, if I ever get hungry I can always dig for crumbs in between the white lumps.  Even though I have everything I need I want more. I want to be able to experience something new and find someplace where there are others just like me. I could even make friends and go on adventures. I must get out of here.  I need to find a way out of this cave but it is very risky to explore.  There is a hole that gets tighter and then loosens up.  All the unlucky food that goes near it gets sucked in and never seen again. I never look back there because I know there would be no way out if I fell into there.
             Once in a while I see this bright light. It is the hole in which food comes in.  Twice a day this brush like creature comes in and brushes all of the white lumps and leaves this minty aroma which makes me dizzy. A waterfall then rushes in and exits as I hang on for dear life.  A long string then appears and rubes back and forth between each white lump.  I get my exercise by having to jump over the string as it swings back and forth.  Maybe where this brush and string enter could possibly be a way out into a new world.
           All I have to do is wait .. wait .. and wait..
           After feeling tired I decided to take a snooze.  Upon awakening I thought that I would wait for the brush to come back in so that I could grab onto it and make my escape. I then heard something loud and screechy. It felt as if I was in an earthquake, then it came to me, it was a spinning blade. I saw the light and held onto this white dome for my life. What if the big file thing destroyed the cave, what if I no longer will have a home, well I will not need it anymore because I am moving out of this den, this cave, this mysterious place that I call home. I just must stay alert to all of the things that are coming in the cave, I will hold on tight and be free.
          Oh good the shiny blade filling the dome with discordance is out. All of a sudden I saw another man, this was my chance to make a friend, and to escape together. I shook my hand at him.
         "Hello" I yelled...
          I heard nothing back then started walking towards him and it was as if he was also walking towards me, it was as if he was following all of my actions, I waved my hand and as if on que he waved his hand at the same time.
        "Ha, Ha, ok you can stop copying me now, but it is impressive how you can mimic all of my actions at the same time as I do them."
          The man talked just as I talked... then it dawned on me, this was just my reflection in a mirror, it has been a while since I had ever seen one.
          On the other side of the mirror I saw the reflection of a man wearing the color.. blo, blu, no blue, yes that is the color.  The man was about ten times my size, no 20, wait what am I saying, this man was about 1000 times my size, but wait look at his hair, it was long, no very long and blond. The man had brown eyes and lots of makeup the colors white, silver,  and a bit of blue.  All of this mans features appeared to be opposite of mine. He looked very strange, what a style.
        Then I saw the immense mirror return moving from side to side and I got a little freaked out,  all of a sudden the mirror disappeared and I was back to seeing almost nothing.  Zzzzzz I heard a slight buzzing sound and the light was visible again,  then just as if something was sucking the life out of this place, all of the dampness was gone and everything was arid and dry.  It feels as if something loud and strong was pulling me, pulling me into its surrounding, like trying to eat me alive.  I quickly grasped onto the white lump beside me but slowly my grasp was slipping and I fell into it.
      I was being sucked into a long tunnel, I saw nothing, I knew nothing, But I felt a lot. Then, PLOP, I fell into a puddle of muck. Was I still alive? Did I pass out? Where am I?
     "Hello, ummm are you like um ok? A little man uttered.
     " I think I am alright, But I have no idea where I am or what happened to me."
       I said to the man, a short slim man wearing a suit.
      "Don't worry you will like it here I will tell you where you are but first let me introduce you to some of my buddies." The man proudly stuttered.
     Hm, falling down a tunnel may just be my luck!

prompt: You walk past the old abandoned house on the corner of your street. A light comes on beckoning you to go in. You  do......

                                         The House on the Corner

            The house looks really spooky, the very top window has a dim light seeping through the draping red curtains. I really want to peek in, just out of curiosity, just to know who lives in the corner house of my street. I felt like something was calling me to enter the house, something wanted me to come in and I could sense it.  Alright just one step. Just one...

            Why hasn't anyone mentioned the neighbors that reside on the corner no one even acknowledges the corner house.  I have seen it here all my life,  the house is huge it does not fit in with the rest of small crowded houses on my street that look like someone used a cookie cutter to build them. Then I realized my mom will want me home in time for dinner which was in less than an hour so if I was going to make a move and enter the house then I better do it now.

           There was a short trail up to the house and I followed it.  As I was making my way up to the door it was as if the door was growing with each step I took. The doorway alone was taller than my house and I was surprised that there was no lock or at least something to hold people back from entering.

           Inside the house was like an abandoned cave it even smelled like one musty and cold, a bat flew by my head screeching really loudly into my ear drums. I felt cold sweat on palms of my hands.  Everything was starting to startle me, I felt several breezes catch my breath, the hair on my legs stood up like the fur on my cats back. The floor boards of the house were really screechy with every step I took I felt as if I would fall, fall into a great dungeon with a thump...

          The evening shadows made things less visible I had to squint even to see few feet in front of me,  but I could sense that something was near me and following me around.  A couple hallways were visible with last rays of sunshine streaming in.  One of them led to a stair case, maybe that would lead me to the light that I saw from the street.  I slowly creeped up the stairs and looked around with hope for the slightest gleam of light throughout the mansion. Then I saw a slight luster which looked like it was creeping from underneath a door that was locked and so I crept close to the door.

        "Hello... is anyone in there?" I asked.

        "Yes, hello I am so glad someone has finally noticed me!  I came into this house because my cat ran in and as I was looking for him this door slammed shut on me.  So would you please help me out and open this door because I can't do it by myself." said the girl through the door.

          I jiggled the rusty door knob when I heard the latch give in and the door opened. The girl that was inside did not look familiar. She was wearing really old fashioned clothing,  she looked like she belonged on the 1900s movie stage. Maybe she was going to a halloween party prior to getting stuck in the house. I started to introduce myself by saying.

        "Hello, I am Jules I don't seem to know you, do you attend Herbert Hoover Middle School or are you new to the neighborhood."

        "Hi I am Annabelle call me Belle for short. Yes, I am a student at Hoover, I have been living on this block for many years. I live  at 116 Waltuma Ave.  where do you live?"

I was stunned I have never seen Annabelle on this street and what is even more strange this was my home address.  I responded with a bewildered voice. 

      " You can't live at 116 Waltuma Ave.  I live there. Did you mix up streets?"

Annabelle looked straight at me and responded almost with an annoyed voice.

     "No, I told you I have been trapped here for a long time."

Suddenly a black cat brushed against my leg and meowed loudly.  I started to shake and felt that my legs were going to give in.   I could not move.  How could this be?