By Marcus Riedner
By Haley Moore
I still owe the Cafe an apology - one I plan to deliver, if they ever let me in there again. In my defense, I really did think it was something in the coffee at first; some cocktail of LSD and speed with maybe a dash of roofie to make me zone out. But I didn't touch the coffee, of course, between that first sip and the nightmare start, running my pen in a little white trench in a book with a blood-red cover.
By Jay Bushman
I didn’t notice anything on the first day. I was always good at blocking out distractions and focusing on the task at hand. And putting your own needs to the side for the sake of the work is a necessary corporate survival skill.
By netwurker
layar 1: twitch-city. yawning.left eyelid's all gummed up. blah.
[layar 2: [lock-N-load]turn[key]ing ova + scratching. scratch...i...n.....g......wot?]By Ancalime
So many of us changed last year, but why are we all so different? Lacking any other common thread, so far the evidence seems to point to a strong minority of the affected being changed in a way that wasn't entirely alien to them, but rather something to which they'd previously already had an affinity.
Well, then I start to ask myself...have we experienced a true singularity, and are now dealing with an entirely new playbook when it comes to the laws of physics? ...Or do we just have more to discover?By Hollow Bastion
Argh! Is there anybody more frustrated than me at the moment?! I think not. I-THINK-NOT, Sir!By Dena Grabinar
So, let’s start with some advice. If you value your sanity, trust me on this: never, ever, sleep with a god. Not even a minor one. Major, minor, local or pan-universal, it really makes no difference. They are the beginning and end of all trouble. I should know.
By Matt Phillips
I'll never forget the night last summer when I woke up in a tree.
I hadn't been sleeping well at all in the past week. It was this recurring dream. Someone was holding me upside down outside of a window on the 90th floor of the Empire State Building, demanding information about stolen jewelry or something. I never gave them any information; after all, I was innocent! So, down I go, falling, falling... until I woke up in a cold sweat.By Martin Gleason
I've kept this from my friends and family long enough, but with the events of two weeks ago, I can no longer keep it a secret.
By Andrea Phillips
Yes, I read about the Insomniac in the papers, too. --Actually, I know her, can you believe it? We went to high school together. Yeah, for real.
I can't decide if I want to look at diamonds or sapphires today. It's for a blue gown, but I wouldn't want to be too matchy-matchy, you know? Why don't you take them all out so I can see?