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Dear Doctor Warner
Dear Doctor Warner, It has come to my attention that your department is planning to cut funding to my research into the Alicanto (poecile alicantus). With that in mind, I am writing to urge that you reconsider this decision and continue funding my research, which I assure you will be worth the while. As I'm sure you know, I first came down to South America looking for the dreaded Titanoboa in the Amazon. I had gone to the established research site, but imagine my surprise when another university had already made their camp there. I met with the chief researcher there—a Doctor William Bright...
Jane's Superpower
If you asked anyone in Slatterville, Jane Anderson was your typical suburban wife/mom. All the neighbours and townsfolk commented on her. “Jane always looks great.” “Jane is the nicest woman and is always smiling.” “Jane is always one of the first to volunteer for community events.” She drove the family SUV to soccer practice or to the mall, hosted summer barbecues and dinner parties on a regular basis. There seemed nothing quirky about the tall, elegant lady with the very nice smile.And she loved animals. “Jane should have been a vet she is so good with them.” Everyone said so.From all out...
Wail of a Tale
Babies are often described as ‘little miracles’. Mostly by their parents and therefore their grandparents, but nonetheless, they are considered to be heavenly gifts. New parents won’t stop talking about how wonderful their lives have become because of their baby. How their day gets blessed just from small things like the way the baby laughs at a piece of dust or rolls over into a wall and instead of crying just keeps rolling. Dozens of small, seemingly insignificant moments piled up into impossible to replace memories. They are described this way despite being monstrous beings capable of...
An Interlude from Caution - Miscreant's Welcome !
“I wish you could be more precise. I really don’t know what you mean”If only it were as easy as that. The two boulders of men grabbed me by arms and placed the handcuffs on me, tightly. As if I were one of the people on The World’s Most Wanted List. But I wasn’t, was I ?As long as I cared to know, and as long as I cared to look back, I had been what you could call a “very cautious guy”. You know, the kind of guy who turns down an invitation to a Friday night party on a college campus known especially for it’s “rad” parties, just because he has to go over the study material for the Phys...