Amanda Leduc
- Disfigured - Chap. 1
It begins, as all fairy tales do, with a problem. Once upon a time, a woodcutter and his wife lived alone and had no children. Once upon a time, a wealthy man's wife died and he was lonely, so he married another woman who was cruel to his children. Once upon a time, a mermaid, looking out beyond the sea, longed to find herself on land.
real simple 2009
- Your Ideal Office Layout - lighting
If your home office has windows, position you computer at a perpendicular angle to them so the light doesn't wash out the screen. The screen itself should be brighter than the ambient lighting in the office, so you may need to turn off the overhead light and place a lamp to the left or right of the monitor. If you're working back and forth between a document and a screen, light the document using a task lamp.
Henry James
- The Turn of the Screw
Not a sound, on the way, had passed between us, and I had wondered - oh how I had wondered! - if he were groping about in his dreadful little mind for something plausible and not too grotesque. It would tax his invention certainly, and I felt, this time, over his real embarrassment, a curious thrill of triumph. It was a sharp trap for any game hitherto successful. He could play no longer at perfect propriety, nor could he pretend to it; so how the deuce would he get out of the scrape?
myself
- the field
Before them was the field. Over the last few months the grass had grown. It was maybe four or five inches high, lush and green. Phaeton imagined they saw a depression in the grass. Only two or so feet from where they were sitting. About the shape and size of a young adult. When they blinked it was gone. Just the shadow of a cloud passing.
youdontwantoknow
- Magnus Archives podcast ep. 074
I've always had problems sleeping. Even as a child, my mother would always check my room to find me reading well into the night. If I heard her coming up the stairs, I would turn off my light and dive beneath the covers to try and convince her I was sound asleep. If it worked, I would listen to her walk off to her room, and then bring out my book once again. At the time, I thought it was because I loved reading, but looking back I think it must have been the first strings of insomnia.
