John Burridge

"You should paint," they told him.  So he took off his clothes, covered himself in paint, and rolled on a room-sized canvass.

Jack always wanted to be a ninja -- every day he practiced with his fond so he would be able to blend in anywhere.  If he stood still long enough, birds landed on him.  If he stood still long enough, ants other bugs explored him.  If he stood still long enough, he knew something special would come his way.

She added a newly purchased sapphire into the heaven of her hair, which glittered like the night sky with other sapphires, emeralds, and pearls.  The sapphire had once been in a pavé bracelet, since dismantled -- its jewels reworked into other pieces scattered across the globe.  

In a past life, she'd been bejeweled.  The passage of time, lives and a monumental quest had reunited her with past treasure.

Jean was in love with Paul, and Paul was vegan.  So she put away her meat tenderizers, and only put olive oil drizzled carrots and potatoes onto her rotisserie.  Paul was a wizard with grains and greens, and she appreciated his efforts at meals with taste and texture.  But, still, there were those nights when Jean would creep down to the kitchen, and with only the open 'fridge and stovetop for light, boil an egg for a midnight snack.

Captain Henry had to find the starfish that would turn him back into a man again.  He rushed through the surf searching the sand and rocks for the orange starfish that lived there.  The sea witch's laugh echoed in his mind as he recalled the enchantment she had laid upon him:  "You sought to master the waves with keel and sail--so will you serve as the wave's servant until you find the sea star that releases you."  With a laugh and a flip of her tail, she vanished under the water as he twisted into his current form.