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The reading was off.  The altimeter indicated we were cruising just above sea level, but it had to be bad data, since minutes before I had flown over the last of the mountains that flanked the entrance to the bay.  That meant I had to be flying at least  5000 ft.  I pressed(more)
The fish with damask scales hung from the ceiling by a cord.  The corpse was stiff but still damp.  In the night, someone had broken into the modern and spacious Ogilvy mansion and, ignoring the Rembrandt prints on the wall and other treasures, had gone straight to the aquarium room.  The intr(more)
I decided to have it removed, electively.  That meant insurance wouldn't cover it.  But considering  the long-term gain I hoped it would bring to me and my ultimate sense of well being, I thought the high price negligible.
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The anxiety had been mounting over several days, and, just like every time it breaks through, it feels as inexplicable and scary as the first time.  This wave crashed as I was in the middle of sweeping the floor.  Had I not been occupied by the task and instead been sitting(more)
A little girl shoots herself in her backyard because she had been teased terribly at school for her crooked, thick-lipped, smile, the legacy of brain surgery performed when very young and which saved her life.  Like many insecure girls, I'm sure she thought she was hideous, and I'm sure the(more)
Wanderer, come closer, I must say some words, namely, that everything you do is for naught.  Nothing matters, not one bit, and is not worth the slightest effort to pursue.  Why do I say this? I speak from knowledge.  I have been a pauper, a prince, a king, an artist, a priest,(more)
  I have nothing to say tonight.  The machinery is not up to the task.  It's a personal snow day.  The brain is hanging fire. I want to tell you something, but can't, because I don't know what that something is. I once read that Robert Louis Stevenson wrote a 60,000 word novel(more)
When it was Amelia and Dag Arbuthnot’s turn to host the dinner, their gorgeous Tudor home in Buckhead was a perfect setting.  Amelia’s concept (because she has concepts!!) for the evening was a dinner inspired by Olde Worlde English Yuletide traditions (to set the mood, Dag lustfully whipped the younges(more)
       According to the standards of the Stanford-Binet test, Danyon Jobert was a genius. But because of the nature of his whirlwind mind, he often had a difficult time in school.  Teachers just couldn't keep up with him, with his goals often differing wildly from the lesson plan. (more)
By show of hands, we voted and confirmed the fact to ourselves:  no one liked Mike Bolger.  But it wasn't for the usuual reasons kids have.  He wasn't too fat or too skinny.  He didn't have over large ears or wear thick glasses.  His breath didn't stink, nor did he stutter,(more)
I had had enough.  I had grown to hate my job as a clerk at Clooney's Variety where I whiled away the days selling nostalgia and kitsch items (blowup Elvis dolls anyone?) alongside home goods like saucepans and plastic tarps.   But whenever I started looking for work elsewhere, I felt(more)
Before you submit an application, let me tell you about our CEO:


What do I know about Marvin Bunce?
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"On the Subject of Worms"


It slipped up his leg. (more)
No one ever said to me, "John: go do this, it's a worthy thing."  No, they never would have, either, caught up in the fuss of their own lives as they are, who cares what Johnny does with his own term on earth?  But when I was young, God blessed me(more)

"You have three days to come around. You may call Jane or I at the office if you need to clear up any...  uncertainties.  As hard as it may be to believe, Sarah, we care about you.  Not just as an asset but as a person...."

"Stop! Just...no!" She rubbed he(more)