I love reading the messages from my instructor about our classes. "It's really important that everyone shows up for the next three classes, we'll be going over stuff for the final exam." 5 people show up.
You know, I never knew that flashbacks and flashforwards had other names. Analepsis and prolepsis respectfully. Both sound like they should be something painful.
That odd moment when your overactive brain decides to point out your great-grandparents played out their own version of Hades and Persephone. Interesting but not what I wanted to think about while trying to sleep.
It's raining heavily here which reminded me of something I read once. "It's Raining Men" and "Let the Bodies hit the Floor" are just two different PoVs of the same event.