What Kind of Superpower Would You Want?
November 9th, 2003What kind of superpower would you want? Say you could have any superpower you could think of. You could fly or walk through walls or read minds.
Supernatural
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My Guardian Angel
October 12th, 2003"Do you believe in guardian angels?"
Thomas shifts his glasses. "Guardian angels?" he replies, arching his brow.
"Yea. I sometimes wonder if I have one." The car in front of us comes to a stop and I take the moment to look up at the blue sky. "I've been in enough near-accidents in my car that I sometimes wonder if there's someone up above looking after me as I drive."
There Was a Lady At Home Waiting For Me
November 10th, 2002It was the bent tire rod that sent me home on Halloween night. Don't worry, it wasn't Halloween mischief; it was just a small accident.
Without reliable steering, I didn't dare venture to the costume party my friends went to, even though it was Halloween and I was dressed up and all ready to go out.
Spooky Imagination
August 4th, 2002I'm all spooked right now. My damn imagination is killing me. Don't you hate it when you have this undying urge to look behind you, yet are terrified to 'cuz you're afraid you might see something back there?
The Footsteps
October 29th, 2000It was 2:30am when the footsteps woke me up.
The footsteps were an unusually harsh, jarring sound—sort of like wood being ripped apart. They echoed throughout my room, filling every crevice, ever corner. Everything in my room shook with each horrible step.
CRACK CRACK… CRACK CRACK…
The Wizard's Prediction
August 20th, 2000I just got an interesting fortune.
The old mechanical wizard from San Francisco's Musee Mecanique Museum did a magic trick (changed a little car into a little house under a cup). Then it gave me a little green piece of paper with my fortune on it.
Here's what it says:
Theories on Love, Life, and Death
February 20th, 2000Every so often, I'll grab a beer, lean back into my couch, and observe the world around me. If I observe long enough, I begin to see patterns. My mind, spiked by the beer, will then formulate complex and perspicacious theories, because, as we all know, beer is known to spurn complex and perspicacious thoughts in people.
I would now like to share some of my beer-inspired complex and perspicacious theories, as an effort to show you how harmful the effects of alcoholism can be.
Sleeping With a Ghost
February 21st, 1999Dim the lights, set out the candles, and get ready for a REAL ghost story.
During my freshman year at New York University I lived in a five-person suite. The suite was separated into a two-person and a three-person bedroom. I lived in the three-person bedroom.
All That I Am Is In This Light Bulb
December 13th, 1998Eureka! I've got it! I know what a soul is!
Please keep an open mind when you read this theory of mine. And it's just that—a theory.
