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Ah, happiness. I have spent many a day pondering its intricacies, its complications, and its erratic nature. You see, happiness is a fickle phenomenon, one which can change as quickly as the breeze. A misinterpretation of body language leaves you depressed for days, while a conversation with a stranger switches your mood around and makes you “happy.” So unreliable.

» Posted By vish On 04.20.2009 @ 5:04 pm


The men stay outside and nail shingles onto the roof. The women stay inside and cook dinner. Why? Well, men do have more testosterone, which is conducive to physical labor. Are women inherently better at cooking, though? Or are guys just too lazy?

» Posted By vish On 04.19.2009 @ 4:16 pm


As I was eating my breakfast, the salt shaker tipped, momentarily careening on the precipice between returning to its normal position and falling over. It then crashed onto the table and rolled off the side, spilling salt everywhere. My day of bad luck had only begun.

» Posted By vish On 04.18.2009 @ 6:18 pm


“I’m sorry, but your gunshot wound is infected,” said the doctor with a sympathetic look on his face. “I’m afraid we might… have to consider amputation.”

I was devastated. My right leg, the tool that had lead me to the finish in so many races, the machine that had earned me so many medals and trophies, would soon be gone.

» Posted By vish On 04.17.2009 @ 6:04 pm


I was passing through the security booth at the airport perfunctorily when I realized my passport was missing. I’m not the sort of person who loses his mind, but I began to enter a serious state of panic. Without my passport, all my plans to travel throughout Europe would be ruined! I searched everywhere before a little three-year-old boy tugged on my leg and handed me the passport. What a nice kid.

» Posted By vish On 04.17.2009 @ 12:45 pm


The general leads his armies, just as I lead my troops in my sad little video game. I order them about, order them to attack the enemy, and I create brilliant tactical maneuvers to crush my foes. Through this simulation, I really have no limits – I don’t need to attend West Point to become a military commander.

» Posted By vish On 04.15.2009 @ 4:36 pm


The disconnect between the “Developed” or “First World” countries and the “Developing” or “Third World” countries is quite stark. The former view the latter as a den of poverty, evil, and sin, while the latter simply wish to carry on living their lives.

» Posted By vish On 04.13.2009 @ 6:32 pm


Hades sat upon his dark throne in the underworld, staring off into the distance. He was surrounded by shades, shadowy remnants of those who had died in the mortal realm. They annoyed him. If only he could have ruled the sky, like his brother Zeus…

» Posted By vish On 04.12.2009 @ 10:10 am


Test the limits of your strength. Persevere. Fight. Struggle. Don’t take the easy path. Challenge yourself. Do what you’ve never thought of doing before. Do what others tell you you can’t. Do the impossible.

Does anyone actually follow this advice?

» Posted By vish On 04.10.2009 @ 7:31 pm


The car sputtered to a halt on the side of the road, and its driver leaped out, yelling curses at the engine. It turned out that the car battery had stopped working. The malfunction was no coincidence, however; the vehicle had been sabotaged.

» Posted By vish On 04.09.2009 @ 2:59 pm


Those Ay-rabs have been misunderestimatin’ me! They just don’t understand the military strength of the You-nited States! Send in the troops!

Perhaps our new president will not be quite as misunderstood.

» Posted By vish On 04.08.2009 @ 2:44 pm


They provide us with food, with water, and shelter. In return, we do anything they ask. Even kill.

» Posted By vish On 04.07.2009 @ 5:48 pm


She appeared to be an interesting, well-rounded person, who could carry on deep conversations for hours. She didn’t look too bad, either. Once I got to know her well, though, I realized she was just a flat, two-dimensional square with no depth whatsoever.

» Posted By vish On 04.07.2009 @ 12:20 pm


On the hanger, he draped his brand-new tailored suit. He had just worn it to his first job interview, and it had served him well. The first impression the suit made was sure to impress many employers to come, and the hanger was sure to take excellent care of that suit.

» Posted By vish On 04.05.2009 @ 4:06 pm


The couple, struck homeless due to the recent economic slowdown, looked up in surprise. All the lights in the block around them had suddenly been turned off. Listening to nearby yells, they learned that there had been a blackout in all of New York City. Oh well. They were used to living without electricity.

» Posted By vish On 04.04.2009 @ 11:44 am


“Want a cookie?”

I looked down at the tiny kindergartener clutching my leg. It was odd to think that already, on my first day teaching this class, I had a suck-up offering me food. Or maybe he was just a nice kid.

» Posted By vish On 04.05.2010 @ 12:31 pm


Ever since I was a little child, I had sworn that I would not be like my paternal grandparents – the cranky, cynical old people every grandchild despises. But now, after half a century of tolerating the difficulties in life, with arthritic joints and an increasingly croaky voice, I was starting to become that which I had hated most.

» Posted By vish On 04.04.2010 @ 12:07 pm


I slipped my arms through the sleeves of the nondescript white jacket, and snapped the gloves onto my hands. Picking up a scalpel, I resumed my work of meticulously taking apart the eye. With a few deft strokes, I sliced through the vitreous humor and finally reached the retina, where I placed a single electronic chip. Sealing up the eye with enzymatic glue, I reveled in my first successful eye-correction surgery.

» Posted By vish On 04.01.2010 @ 1:30 pm


“What’s your major?”
“I’m still looking around at things. I don’t want to anchor myself to a single course of study or career choice, you know?”
“Wow. Shouldn’t you grow up a little? I mean, no offense, but you’re almost twenty already. It’s time to start thinking about your future, dude.”

» Posted By vish On 01.16.2010 @ 12:53 pm


See spot run.

I can’t remember the rest of it. It’s like the memories of childhood have been erased from my mind forever. Perhaps it was the trauma of living in a disjointed family, none of whose members truly loved each other. Or perhaps it was simply a reflex, a method of pushing back against the horrible things I went through. In any case, my memories of life before the age of about twelve were empty, a blank slate with a few vivid events inextricably etched onto it.

» Posted By vish On 01.15.2010 @ 1:06 pm


A few sparse shoots had begun emerging from the ground when I checked the pot in the morning. Finally, three weeks after I planted the seeds, my hope had been rewarded by a flash of green.

» Posted By vish On 01.12.2010 @ 1:44 pm


The boy sat alone in the cafeteria during lunch, fiddling around with his food. One curious item he had been given was a pack of Gushers. Using a fork, he poked at it repeatedly until the sweet nectar inside it burst out, leaking onto his plastic lunch tray.

» Posted By vish On 01.08.2010 @ 9:08 pm


Twelve ice cream cones were arranged in a stand right in front of me, begging to be licked. As a randomly selected taste-tester, I had the chance to sample upcoming flavor possibilities and give my verdict on which should be released to the general public. Before taking the first lick, I paused. In my tongue lay the power to determine the success or failure of this company’s products — I had better use it well.

» Posted By vish On 01.07.2010 @ 11:37 am


She stepped into the stadium and switched on a light or two, then began skating. When the lights shined in her eyes, she was blinded for a moment, and it seemed almost like she had been in here just yesterday, performing before a crowd of hundreds of people. They cheered in glee when she flawlessly landed a spiral, or just watched in stunned silence, bewitched by her grace. But that was all gone now.

» Posted By vish On 01.06.2010 @ 1:39 pm


Haha, cultural confusion. What a laughable dilemma. Other people live in ghettos, get shot and peddled drugs every day, and you whine about not knowing whether you should be more devoted to your ethnicity or to the country you now live in? Get over yourself, and wake up and see the world a little more rationally.

» Posted By vish On 01.05.2010 @ 1:21 pm


We scaled the stone winding staircase, which seemed like it never ended. Finally, we reached the pinnacle. Every excruciating step we had taken in the last hour suddenly seemed like it was worth it. Around us, vast plains stretched out to the horizon, and the crashing waves of the ocean were faintly audible from a mile away.

» Posted By vish On 01.04.2010 @ 6:39 pm


The couple walked on board, holding hands and looking like they were in their own dream world. Which, after all, they probably were. They had been planning this voyage around the world for over a decade, and they were hoping for it to be absolutely perfect.

» Posted By vish On 01.03.2010 @ 2:59 pm


Suddenly, there was a shift of mood in the room. The quiet, polite dinner conversation that everyone had been carrying on faded away, replaced only by the awkward clinking of everyone’s dining utensils. Someone coughed. A muffled “bless you” followed it.

» Posted By vish On 01.02.2010 @ 12:01 pm


The detective was in a rush. A new lead had just popped up in the Market District, so he put on his hat and the Coat of Many Colors. He took a brief moment to pause and think about the coat as he put it around his shoulders. It had been a gift from a friend many years back, and its power to camouflage the wearer had saved his life on numerous occasions. But time was running out, and the detective rushed out the door.

» Posted By vish On 01.02.2010 @ 8:48 am


I opened four decks of cards, all with red backs, and began to stack them idly on the countertop. It was a beautiful summer day, and yet I felt no desire to go outside or do anything. Mindlessly, I moved my hands, stacking the cards one after another. Finally, when my magnificent house of cards was complete, a breeze rolled in the window and sent it all crashing to the ground.

» Posted By vish On 12.31.2009 @ 11:21 am

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