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A FERRIS WHEEL OF THANKFULNESS

A FERRIS WHEEL OF THANKFULNESS

It’s always important to take a moment to be thankful for those who give thanks. (It made sense in my head.) So, in the name of starting some awesome cyclical Ferris wheel of thankfulness, I dedicate my late night ramble to Emilia Leigh, who recently gave a shout out to

ABOVE THE WORLD AND LOS ANGELES

ABOVE THE WORLD AND LOS ANGELES

Not many people know my secret, so please don’t tell anyone I tattled but they call me Lupita and I live among the clouds. How? I can’t say. Why? I wish I knew. For as long as my mind can remember, I’ve floated among chunks of chubby cumulus and slivers

THE SECRET DOOR

THE SECRET DOOR

The secret door. Over the mountain, across the wood, behind the waterfall. They had found it. Finally. Now they just needed to open it. But how?  And why? Because some cross-eyed, old man told them they must. Because something in his appearance – skin like crinkled parchment paper wrapped against

NIGHT FLIGHT OF THE SHEEP

NIGHT FLIGHT OF THE SHEEP

“ … and, should the symptoms of sleeplessness persist, a patient may attempt any number of psychologically soothing exercises … lulling the mind to a more restful state of being … the most popular and effective of these called ‘counting sheep,’ wherein the patient, with eyes closed, begins enumerating sheep

A WINTER MISTAKE

A WINTER MISTAKE

Here is the first thing Minerva Griffin thought when she stepped on the train at Koblenz Central Railway Station: This is a mistake. Here’s why: Insider her cream-leather satchel – unlocked and locked six times this morning to be sure – was a velvet pouch filled with enough diamonds to

THREE BLUE SHUTTERS

THREE BLUE SHUTTERS

Two blocks due north from the sharpest bend of the Chesapeake River sat a small brownstone apartment home with three broken blue shutters that lilted and groaned in the wind. Much to the chagrin of Mr. Rodolpho Rinnovo, the ever-corpulent owner of the apartment home, these blue shutters had been

THE MENAGERIE

THE MENAGERIE

“The most useful of the natural sciences, yet the least advanced, strikes me as being the science of man.” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau Emilie Valentin watched the early morning light, filmy and thin, escape from her drawing room window as she took a third and final drag on her half-finished cigarette.

HERO’S WATCHTOWER

HERO’S WATCHTOWER

[This story is part of an ongoing project called little word art, artistic collaborations with various passionate and talented illustrators from around the world. Learn more about this artist here.] The first time Leander fell in love, it was in complete darkness. This was also the only time he ever fell in

STREET ART

STREET ART

“Our mission is to correct only the most flagrant name confusions, leaving undisturbed much that is to be regretted but can be endured.” – Charles Murdock Benedict Brown didn’t think himself capable of admiring anyone more than he did Mr. Charles A. Murdock, chairman of the 1909 San Francisco street

ANNALEE

ANNALEE

Her name was Annalee. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and was forever saying strange things to me like, “you’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.” “Yes,

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