The shirt was awesome! It looked like it was about a nanometer thick, and fit like a second skin, showing off Jacob's muscular torso. The high tech fabric, designed for use in climate control systems, only moved heat one way, but the recent heat wave turned it into an instant fashion hit.

On the train to Selfoss, Jacob was too hyped about his date with Jeff to notice a small blob of his shirt dripping off the hem falling to the floor like a blob of black mercury. He barely registered the girl's “eewww” behind him as the train accelerated. In fact, Jacob first noticed something amiss when he felt a brush of warm air on his belly button.

Looking down he noticed a large split in his shirt from his belt buckle to the bottom of his rib cage, while the sides of his shirt drooped down his legs like hot taffy. Jacob, remembering he was surrounded by dozens of people, blushed his humiliation. Aghast onlookers became more aghast, as the slight increase in his skin temperature triggered a state change and the taffy goo splashed off him in a pool of liquid polymer, exposing Jacob's torso completely. Fortunately, the shirt-stuff only stuck to itself, leaving Jacob and the other passengers dry and stain free.

The train reached his stop. Jacob, suppressing his embarrassment, climbed out of the car. Upon seeing Jeff he grinned broadly saying, “good thing you wore boxers under those pants!”

Jim rounded the corner, on his way back from his aborted run. The temperature had risen into the triple digits in only an hour.

Andy, a boy of about twelve who mowed the lawn when Jim was out of town, stood off to the side and smiled when he saw Jim.

"Hey, Mr. Nelson, I hope you don't mind, but your house is melting and it seemed like such a shame to let it go to waste."

"My house is what?" Jim ran through the crowd and sure enough the new extension he'd had built in the fall was slowly oozing into an amorphous white blob. "I don't understand."

Andy put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it kind of sucks that the heat wave struck like this. Why'd you build your house out of marshmallow anyway?"

Jim looked from the melting house to Andy. "The contractor said he used all environmentally friendly building materials. I thought he meant recycled or something."

"Well, it will be soon. Dad went to get the graham crackers and Hershey bars."

The heat was sweltering, but my dad insisted on working outside.
"Uh - dad?"
"Yes?"
"Why's your Mac stuck to the table?"
He tried to lift it, and with a horrible squelch it came free of the table, leaving traces of silver stuff on the wood. More of this shiny, metallic liquid was dripping from the laptop. The apple logo on the back now more resembled a pear or banana. Then, the hinge disintegrated in the hot sun and the two halves fell apart with a splash. The screen was now a blindingly bright, swirling mess of pixels. That was melting too now, clear plastic mixing into a multicoloured puddle of silver, green, black, coppery orange, white and a surprising variety of other colours spreading out over the table and patio. The keyboard was now the only part that remained. One by one the keys too fizzled away into the smoking, glittering mass of Mac.
"I don't think AppleCare covers melting..." I said to my dad.

Nobody expects their gun to melt, even less so during a duel.

So imagine my surprise when my right hand went into the holster and pulled out a pile of chrome coloured mush. The metallic goo dripped from my fingers like syrup and I looked up in horror to see my opponent pull his Smith and Wesson cleanly from the leather belt around his waist.

The evil grin spread across his face slowly.

"Got problems there pardner?" he gloated across the street. He levelled the weapon slowly at me, taking aim and squeezed the still-very-solid trigger.

I heard the explosion as the .357 calibre round hurtled towards me and flinched instinctively. The 10 gallon hat fell off my head but that didn't bother me.

What did bother me was that whatever strange phenomenon had turned my pistol into a piece of dripping nickel also had the same effect on the bullet heading towards my skull.

Have you ever been struck in the face by a blob of liquid travelling at three times the speed of sound? Splat is not the word. The liquid hit me with the force of a thousand farts sending me sprawling across the desert floor.

The first bullet was followed by several others which exploded like little nickel waterballoons all over my torso. I cleaned the metal from my face with a rag and stood up, laughing heartily.

It was the day I decided to become a safecracker...

Men, women, and children looking through doorways and windows saw something strange and unimaginable. Children wiped their eyes- as if to ensure they weren’t dreaming. It was almost as if cream of chicken soup was raining from the sky. Lighter with a bit more fluff would be the best way to describe it. Children, laughing and playing, put out their tongues to taste it, and merely tasted salty and sulfuric water. It was snow in a warm July afternoon, many people believed. But that was not possible as it had a warm sensation when you touched it. It wasn’t the freezing sensation of a cold snowflake. It was oddly known now to be the feeling of a very warm and melting cloud. With cars covered in cotton candy from the sky, and homes painted white with the rain of the melting clouds, this day was a mystery going down in history as the day the clouds melted from the misty blue sky.

"Um........Honey what happend to the house???"
"well......Darling it melted..."
"FIX IT NOW!!!"
"I can't it is not like I can just fix a whole house in time for dinner"
"You better think of something and mama is hungry, and i just went to the store to get that yummy meatloaf you love!"
Silent yuck from husband!!
"I guess i will just add it to my 'honey do list', that you left yesterday."
"How much of my 10 things did you get done???"
"yeah um........1/2"
"I'm at work all day and you cannot even get one thing done???"
long lecture by wife..with husband hearing blah, blah, blah and silently saying here we go again.
"With the house melting there is nothing much I could do"
"What is the 1/2 thing that you got done??"
"I got the side of the house pressure washed..."
HE IS IN TROUBLE NOW!!!!!!!

Oh Dear love of god, NOT AGAIN!
i was walking to my fridge to get a refreshing bottle of water..
while i was walking upstairs i was thinking about the cold water slighting down my throat, gotten to
the fridge i found out my fridge was broken!
trew away all the bottles because all the water was melted!
dont you hate when that happends?
I AM SO THIRSTY S.O.S BRING ME WATER