LINKED BY FATE 1810 When Ellen Matthews, an executive for a large computer software company, decided to dress as a Jane Austen heroine for the Halloween party…
Speak to me only with thine eyes by
We were eating — not together, but we were opposite each other at the table — and my mind was somewhere else, somewhere I don’t even remember. I was looking above you, at the night through the window, thinking, and you caught my eyes.
Last September te wife and I decided to take out a home improvement loan. We needed to get some things done around the house and since I’m nobody’s handyman the jobs were open for bids.
When I was very young, I had a paranoia of sorts about the fire alarm, always afraid I wouldn’t hear it and jumping at anything that might be it.
Bat Attack by
“PARKING DISPUTE LEADS TO BAT ATTACK” The headline in the paper told the story–but not the true story. Since it happened to me, I figure I had better get the true story out there while I can. It was a dark and stormy night.
For the first time in a while, I have friends before my birthday. Every time I move to a new school, usually in a new town, it’s that much harder to stay in touch with the old friends, and that much harder to get together for one of my famously laid-back parties.
Dear “Chris” by
Dear “Chris”, whoever you may be: Today, I took a journey, only to discover that what I sought was not at the end. Indeed, my only discovery was that I had yet another journey to undertake. Granted, my initial journey was a short one.
It seems a little weird to have made out after doing something not so good. Here I am, having left my fiance, suddenly moved out, and enjoying the deck adjacent to my new bedroom.
Once she’s gone everything goes back to the way it was before. Not like it should be, not even like it should have been. Nothing is sacred, there are no cows to kick.
If there is time I will tell you the story of N’dola, which is really the story of Nugunga, the boy who told the world he was looking for the source of the Kwango River, but he really was seeking to know if people were the same everywhere: always looking out for themselves.
Even by
Last night, I heard my cell phone vibrate in its charger — a weird buzzy grumble. It was one o’clock in the morning and I was trying to get my sleep right for work the next day, didn’t think I could but needed to try.
After watching five terrible short films last night by
A man hears a woman telling a story of how she loves crop circles. Took a trip to England just to tour them. She has albums and albums of photos. He thinks: no one will ever love me that way.