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The Melancholy of Herbert Solomon On several occasions my interest in the supernatural has taken me to some of the most prestigious seats of learning in the entire United Kingdom. From the venerable halls of Oxford and Cambridge, to the more humble surroundings of inner city colleges and schools, my pursuit of evidence to substantiate such claims has rarely been fruitful. However, while exploring  the University of St Andrews in Scotland, I found a rather interesting tome hidden away in a dark and musty corner of the campus library. The book itself was unusual, its cover bound in a weathered and blackened leather which unashamedly wore the

               I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fi

On writing three-dimensional villains Brought to you by Super Editor Disclaimer: (as experience suggests that I need one) This resource consists of opinions. There may be better ways to write, and my advice may not fit your type of story. Please use common sense when applying the ideas expressed below. Thanks for reading! Do you remember the Big Bad Wolf? He destroyed the Three Little Pigs' houses and ate them (or only chased them, depending on the rendition). He ran to Little Red Riding Hood's home and devoured her grandmother. The Big Bad Wolf appears in countless fairy tales to eat and terrorize the general populace. In many children's

As I pull back the covers The morning spreads light With a rusty knife On fading dreams Of stars And as we wake by the window The thought bubbles Burst to an earthly void A world devoid Of flying With dragons of fire As we shuffle past cars And a bus coughs its fumes On a smiling man Our frowns will scrape The floor And as the rain sears a slogan On haircuts and hats On a windy day Our thoughts will stray To evenings Inside with our friends As the desk winks at you From your well-travelled snooze You look out to see The sun is playing Alone And as the day meets its maker The evening comes screaming From lands afa

The television gave up today, I heard it's cheerless sigh. It's antenna's drooped to oaken ground, it's screen fizzed out then died. My radio gave it's last kudos, and leapt from London bridge. I can't keep my lunch in cool degree, follow suit did laughing fridge. I hear the screech of fanatic static, as I spryly bathe. The black computer sizzled as it cooked, within the microwave. I pleaded ever so fruitlessly, to my toaster oven. It winked a burnt toast salute, as it joined said suicide coven. The remote control now hangs itself, cherry wire 'round it's top. My electronics are on the fritz, no power cord to stop..