284: 27 Years

Flash forward 27 years. Vines now cover the automobile. The dirt path is barely visible. The paint has faded, and a corner of the roof sags. There was a time when this place was alive. Laughter rang throughout the house. That was 27 years ago. No one knows what happened. At least, no one here.…

283: How To Rescue a Fire

There’s nothing like a nice cozy fire to warm up to on a winter day. Even in the summer fires have their place. Roasting marshmallows and telling stories around a campfire is one fo the greatest pleasures a summer evening has to offer. Who hasn’t sat around such a fire on a beautiful summer evening…

282: Peace On Earth

When I looked out my window this morning I was stunned by the peacefulness. I observed a walnut tree and a birch tree, side by side, their branches almost touching. Although there were serious differences between the two trees I observed no acrimony. They merely stood next to each other, enjoying the morning sunlight as…

281: The Bodies

“Please excuse the cherry pits.” Mortimer dusted off a chair and motioned me to sit. I nervously accepted the invitation, and cleared my throat. “Cough drop?” Mortimer was being far too nice. “No thank you.” I replied, forgetting everything I had learned in my introduction to improv class. Mortimer smiled graciously. “What did you want…

280: Crime Pays

Editor, When I was a kid the notion that crime doesn’t pay was drilled into me as one of the cold, hard facts of life. Whenever one of us kids did something vaguely nefarious this mantra was used as an argument that we should reform our ways. “Crime doesn’t pay!” I was told again and…

279: The Singer

Candice had always dreamed of being a singer. The thought of an alternate career had never even crossed her mind. She sang in the shower every morning. She sang when she walked the dog. She even sang when she was eating her lunch. Of course, most musicians like to join forces with other musicians and…

278: The Wall

Antonia stared at the wall. She wasn’t bored, it just seemed like a good idea. The wall wasn’t the first thing Antonia had stared at. She had stared at flowers, trees, passing cars, drying paint and even grass. The wall was perhaps the least interesting of all these things, but she figured that if she…

277: Conspiracy Theories

Conspiracy theories can be hard to navigate. Here are some things you should believe. The single bullet theory: it’s only common sense that a single bullet during JFK’s assassination passed through JFK’s neck, entered Connally’s chest, then went into his wrist and eventually ended up in his thigh. Of course this bullet went through fifteen…

276: Dear Diary

Dear Diary, Last night I dreamed about my motorcycle. It was green and had two wheels. Maybe you already know that motorcycles have two wheels. Maybe you are insulted by my clarifying the fact that the motorcycle had two wheels. If this is the case, I most sincerely apologize. The truth is that I don’t…