Fable
A HAPPY STORY ABOUT THE UNIVERSE, AND STUFF.
First there is something, then there is nothing. No wait, that’s reversed. Or is it? So many ways the universe can begin. It can explode into being from nothingalmostnothingImean, or it can be born on the back of a crocodile, the way I think I read once that some cultures believe the universe was born: the crocodile had to carry a frog across a river, I think, and there was a fox too, or maybe a hippo? The details may or may not be unimportant. It is hard to tell, for true stories.
By Briane Pagel4 years ago in Fiction
Electronic monsters from the Deep
The Art of the Fan Scam They're a tricky bunch - one could easily compare them to internet paparazzi. Although I'm learning to enjoy the game, I give it my all and wait in tow for the inevitable money pitch. It comes in many forms, and it unfailingly comes.
By Jan Portugal4 years ago in Fiction
My friend Herbert
May I introduce my friend Herbert. He lives in the space between the first and second floors of our apartment. We didn't realize that he was living in that space when we moved into this apartment 7 years ago. Suddenly, one day three years ago there was a peek hole where the stairs are to the second floor. He must have been very quiet, we haven't heard anything from that space until we saw his eye one day.
By Lassepetter4 years ago in Fiction
The Brother Bakers of Brighton
When the loaves of bread came out of the oven, Phillip would carefully look for the biggest and crispiest of the batch. He would then pick it, wrap with paper and tie it with a golden lace before setting on top of the oven, to keep it warm.
By The Archaeologist4 years ago in Fiction
Life of swami vivekananda
The Proof Of God When swami vivekananda was just 19 years of age, Vivekananda was a very logical, intellectual boy, and was full of fire. He wanted proper answers for everything. He came to Ramakrishna and asked, “You are talking God, God all the time. Where is the proof? Show me the proof!” Ramakrishna was so simple. He was not an educated man. He was a mystic, not a scholar. So he said, “I am the proof.”
By Bablu Singh4 years ago in Fiction
Hotel
It was cold and lonely in the hotel room she stayed at. A bitter sweet nuisance. Ann was going to part ways with her lover. Hoping that this would clear her conscious. And fade away the love that she felt for Paul. It was hard to remember her life without him, but eventually all of the feelings for him would change. Turn into something that she would regret. Snow was falling at the present time. It would melt her heart and turn her to stone. At the moment it was surprising that the boundaries of the hotel room were passed to another paramount. And yet she was wondering where to start and bound the past moments together. Sarah was so happy that now she could write again to which she had longed for at the moment. Ultimate boundaries would suffice. Hey ladies let us party until the night has passed. That was just a random thought passing by and continuing through the morning to come.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Tree Teaches Little Johnny About Human Beings
"Hello, Mr. Tree!" “Hello, Little Johnny. My, how you’ve grown! What can I do for you today?” “I have more questions. You said that when I grow up, I’ll have to join the Sheep Clan, Goat Clan, or Unicorn Clan. Does that mean I’ll become one of those animals?”
By George Ochsenfeld4 years ago in Fiction
SAGUARO KING
INTRODUCTION THE EGO... Strange thing when bolstered by overheard mutterings in the surrounding spaces. Also understood to closely resemble the overblown id, the swollen head syndrome, the art of being "too big for you britches," all these reflect our personal idea of ourselves when it is based upon assumption and not fact. It can create a situation that keeps those we would hope to attract on the opposite end of our personal space. It makes us closely resemble the...
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
