There was an old man who is known to resolve any problem. One day a girl went to the old man and asked for a piece of advice about

The Tale of the 5 AM Sandwich and the Perilous Pickle of Peter Piper when confronted by Envy. Or sometimes The Rape of the Starbuck's Woman.who also worked at Panda Express.

I am reading every line in her face. I am driving every role. I am simply being me.

It was Alerav who noticed that in the same way that we move our hand by using our Will we should also see that we were not constrained by bodies, by space or even Time. Our magical

Still here, the accidental pasta. I have decided that I will no longer wait for it to leave on it's own. I am going to eat it. That might be what it wanted all along. I don't care.

The Sun has feelings too, you know, just like you. He is just too polite to show them. He doesn't want to be one of "those" stars. It is what it is but he doesn't want it not to be

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That's all you need in life, a place for your stuff.That's all your house is when you think about it.It's just a place for your stuff.If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't

In the Nevada desert, sits the Clown Motel. It has spacious accommodations, welcomes bikers, and dish tv. It also has an abandoned miner's graveyard. It was a steal for $900,000. O

Without thinking, I slapped the cashier. How dare he accuse me of

Ambrose Luxor sulked as the acclaim for his opening act, My Darling Hothouse Outrage, went on and on. He was the only surviving member of Overmind Resistance, but his Gretsch and h

Echo implies a bounded space. Even if open, obstruction present.

So one day Krishnamurthi asks Pasternak if they might eventually have one or two of those oranges along with their tea, and maybe some bread. The purple storm mirror

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"I never told you this would be easy." The words were icy against my ears. Of course I knew it wouldn't be easy. The gun shook between my trembling hands, my finger wavering over

Fear. That was the only word I could use do describe the sensation circling through my petrified body. I breathed harder, and tears fell fast.

I sometimes wonder if I am eating a banana too loudly. Or maybe I’m swallowing water wrongly. Behavior that is far from the norm. Then I remember the norm is what none of us is.

Day One: It’s difficult to sleep with that overhead light on…200 watts of brilliant washed-out light blazing all night, and my eyelids unable to stop the light from seeping in.

Beneath the dense city air lay Hunstanton Pier. At first glance she is ugly, spoiling the consistency of the artificial green grass. You have to look closely to see her true beauty

My creative meditation class took a turn to the unnerving the other day. We were planing off the coast of the ancient moon lake when I was jolted awake. Everyone was still in state