I sit in my office looking out of a large window shared by several others, themselves looking out the window as a gentle snow falls. We have been anticipating snow fall for a few days so it was no surprise. The sky this morning said snow is coming and weather.com which has come to be the modern equivalent of the old farmers almanac confirmed it. ( Read more... )

It is now more than a week into a new year and a new decade (unless you are of the mind that a decade does not in fact begin until the 2011, but that is of course nuts) and I have to say so far so good. I set the obligatory resolutions, three of them to be precise. One I have no intention of making happen, one I intend to work at diligently before ( Read more... )

A 10 year old girl was being unruly and would not take a shower as her mother wanted. Said mother, being no doubt a piss poor excuse for a human being called the police, I assume because like any piss poor excuse for a human being she would rather let other people do her duty as a parent. The police arrived and the girl continued to be unruly and ( Read more... )

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Today is Friday the 13th, a woefully unlucky day. Or is it? Among world faiths the number 13 plays an important, albeit understated role that is worth considering. In the Christian faith there were 13 participants at the Last Supper. Tradition holds that Judas Iscariot, the betrayer was the last and thus 13th person to sit at the table. It is here ( Read more... )

*A fictional story about the the end of America due to the flu. by Tory S. Quinton

The end of the world came from a familiar source. Influenza, only this time it was different. They called it the Bird Flu or Avian influenza and then later owing to poultry farmers seeking to curb fears of contaminated birds, H1N1, but it was all the same. Tiny ( Read more... )

Once there was a beautiful princess who sat on a golden chair. She was the daughter of the Queen of the Fairies and the Queens mortal consort. The Princess' name was Candelyn and she was very lonley, and because she was so lonely she was very sad. Candelyn loved to play games, but in the kingdom of the fairies there were no other children to ( Read more... )

   We never understand books. Sure we read them and embrace them; we devote shelves, rooms, buildings and even empires to them yet their fundamental nature remains elusive. The why of the book is a mystery! Nothing of the book is permanent except for the book itself and it stands firm, like a house whose rooms have known many occupants.

It is ( Read more... )

Travel journal of Jonas Quimby, explorer of the land beyond the edge of midnight

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A relation of adventures in a magical, wondrous place.

FeingoldForest

A unique site situated deep within the Great Wood the exact location of which is a mystery divulged to a rare few. The name comes from the ancient trees, known as Goldenbough’s that ( Read more... )

History is filled with well meaning tyrants whose monuments are the ruins of the very civilizations they sought to better. Such innocent despots are born of two opposing forces; those that are subservient to prevailing breezes and those that stir up violent storms. Out of the ensuing chaos, which is often more insidious that it is overt; a small ( Read more... )