She cried and left him then, because he'd taken her for granted and
fallen greatly short of her expectations. And, although he cried readily
himself, a part of him was instantly relieved, because she was addicted
to anger and disappointment and hard to love. An angel and a demon
watched the scene from their table at the coffee shop across the street
(each intrigued for their own reasons and each happy to not be human).
"Monkeys," one whispered, taking a sip.

The Frankensteins sat silently while the financial planner reviewed
their statements. "So ... uh ... there's a lot of spend on eBay; let's
talk about that," the planner said, closing the folio and looking up.
Both clients shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They didn't think
they could make someone understand their need to buy pieces and parts of
things - odds and ends that could be repurposed or reformed into
something new. "We don't really understand it ourselves," Frankenstein
concluded.

"No fair," Roy said, sulking in the family room. He'd captured the frog
down by the lake and made an awesome apartment for it out of an old
aquarium in the garage. "That thing ruled," he grunted, punching the arm
of the sofa. Roy regretted the day he'd made the bet with his sister
(which she predictably lost), and made her kiss the frog. That kiss had
broken some kind of spell; his pet had turned into a handsome prince;
they were in love and going to be married. "Gross," Roy said, thinking
about all of the kissing that went on now in front of everyone. He liked
Prince What's-His Face-better as a frog. "Totally not fair," Roy
muttered, wondering if anyone bothered turning people into Hermit Crabs.

She wasn't really a fairy, she just played one out at the Renaissance Festival.
All the same, she knew that the actor starring as The Green Man probably
wasn't a man at all.

She appeared at the reunion svelte and toned, her skin clear. She glided easily through the crowd of former critics (now admirers), tossing her luxurious hair first to one
shoulder then the next. Although the crowd was mostly silent, it was
hard to miss the looks of appreciation (and even desire) in their eyes.
"I finally fit in!" she thought to herself, elated. Beauty was worth
everything she and the others had had to pay. She had never been so happy in all of her life as here with the other poor, unfortunate souls.

Giving myspace a second chance.  Sometimes, forgiveness gets a boost from boredom.

Heather screamed and threw the wedding planner to the floor, her hands trembling. Papers, napkins, swatches, bits of ribbon, and Post-It Notes billowed from the enormous book upon impact, covering most of the dining room. Terrified, she watched as a tiny hoof shoved out onto the floor
from the middle of the binder, followed by the point of a tail, and a grasping little claw. “Oh, my God, it’s true” Heather thought with a shudder, “the Devil really IS in the details.