Week 1 of #twiction by @JennStories

2016 October 8-16

• What would it take to soar, to see more than the shores of the world? To see mountains and peaks rather than anchors deep?
• Ruby slippers, Moulin Rouge scarlet lady, rosa American Beauty, and crimson tension. Film's red herrings are the cherry on top.
• The Bride scooped pebbles instead of birdseed from her cleavage. Staring at her hand the Groom said, Let me help with that.
• The Mad Scientist's only friend watched in awe as his who-know-how-many-th experiment transported all the friends who left back.
• Kids room empty, bed unmade, toys scattered down the hall of silent picture frames. The scent of alcohol soaked the CPS order.
• He chewed his cheek to keep from smiling and be accused of smirking while watching her pace, violently cleaning as she spewed. 
• He cheered, fingers hooked in the fence behind homeplate as James crossed and came behind to pick up his crutches. 
• Mom, what are we going to do? The news broadcast forebodingly blared. Honey, we help. Humanity at its best is selfless.
• OMG!...You permed your hair...Poodle head!...Poo head! - Laughter echoed off metal lockers and tiled walls.
• Mr. Itoldyouso raged from his side of the fence, gesturing at his damaged roof as the Treehugger family planted a memorial acorn.
• They are not pets and toys, you know. Max needs to learn that lions and rockets are real and dangerous. Santa won't bring them.
• The protester warning of the hospital's chronic staph infections tripped in front of the ER and was rushed inside for treatment.
• The nubile piano prodigy blushed and under lash flirted; praise gushed from peers while the past prime critic adored from afar.
• Instead of electric blue, her hair was nuclear green. Her pale scalp was divided forehead to nape. Never trust a student stylist.
• Folklore cities changed by cold iron & steel. Creature intuities caged and heel. Urban mythologies revealed as relevant & real.
• 24 hour stomach virus. Easiest not-really-ill, need a sick day excuse for missing the deadline Ms. Type A forgot, with sympathy.
• Spitfire bangs punctuated the air like angry exclamation points. Emerging, I saw my welcome committee in the sign's sunlit holes. 
• Old people chit-chat, playing chess with thin air. RNs shake their head and say, There-there. Ghosts sneer unseen.

Prompts are from @DailyPrompt on Twitter. My responses are @JennStories on Twitter.