Quicker than the EyeThe Heart is Quicker Than the EyeQuicker than the Eye
The seal on the outside of the New Jersey Association for Acrobats, Fire-Eaters, Magicians and Mimes (or the NJAAFEMM, as you’ve more likely heard your friends refer to it in everyday conversation) tells you that “if you can make it in Atlantic City, you can make it anywhere.” Nobody knew that quite as well as the Astounding Arnholdt, who’d been making his crack at the big league for the past thirty-five years. He’d been plying his trade since he bought his first Big Book of Magic Tricks on the boardwalk when he was ten, before the magic sto
Terminal VelocityFor Jasmine, whose time I steal and who steals my heart... and to Mohamed, my kitty, who gets my thanks but not the dedication... at least, not for now. *coy wink*Terminal Velocity
“Mathematically an object asymptotically approaches and can never reach its terminal velocity...”
The last thing Amelia saw as she toppled over the edge of the hot air balloon was Julio’s outstretched hand reaching desperately for her own. Alas, Julio – in spite of his world-class dancer’s training, courtesy of Julliard – wasn’t quite as nimble as would have been necessary to counter the very real force
Moonlight Sonata: Chapter 3The town of Chapel Hill was founded in 1888 by an enterprising young man named W.D. Flint, who travelled from town to town peddling various wares to miners and dreaming up failed business after failed business in some vain attempt to strike it rich. Flint’s General Store went bust, and Flint’s Haberdashery didn’t fare much better. Eventually, though, W.D. Flint found his niche and died a very rich man indeed. They say nothing pays better than the world’s oldest profession, and the good Mr. Flint discovered that in spades. There were no places, however, in a respectable city averse to prostitution, for him to… peddle hMoonlight Sonata: Chapter 3
Moonlight Sonata: Chapter 22005 wasn't a banner year for me, and I'll tell you why. I was living in Atwater, a not particularly lovely city in the outskirts of Chapel Hill. I'd landed a plum job working the counter of the Le Chateau in the Breaking Rapids Mall, surrounded by a bunch of conspicuously homosexual clerks and girls whose fathers had refused to sponsor their credit cards once they hit eighteen. I was a similar age and it was the first job I'd had outside of my brief stint trying to sell my old comic books and rollerblading equipment on eBay. Still, it was exciting to get a paycheque for the first time, and I had a knack for selling retail -- girls like me anMoonlight Sonata: Chapter 2
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" --Ernest J. Gaines
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