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The Legend of the Screaming Woman

(Based on true events) My apartment block has a rectangular floor-plan with the elevators and stairs on the inside of the hallway and the apartments around the outside. From the door of my suite in the centre of one side, I can only directly see the entrance alcoves of the two corner suites. For this reason, my neighbours immediately adjacent

Verdict

(For JayDee with thanks for the kind words) Stan held his hands tightly together under the long wooden table and then released them and rubbed his damp palms on the legs of his trousers. Beside, his lawyer, Bernie Levinsohn, quickly scanned some densely typed pages and, apparently satisfied, closed the folder and placed it precisely squared

Le Nid du Corbeau

Le Nid du Corbeau (The Raven's nest) The restaurant known as Le Nid du Corbeau or, according to its clients' linguistic preferences, more simply as 'The Nest', 'Le Nid', 'Il Nido' and so on, caters to an extremely reserved patronage. In fact, passing from 51st Street East to the left onto the much smaller, one-way, called N Street as many

8:46 a.m. - A documentary

Site news: 2013-05-06

Blog content. Please be advised that, currently, only four posts from 2007 have been restored. I am working very diligently to find a way to restore the entire archive as soon as possible. Also, the 'Portfolio' section is still experimental. Thank you for

Mr. Anselmi

I never met Mr. Anselmi or that is what I would wish, for, where a single vision that I had to be believed, then I think I would descend into madness as assuredly as the sun will rise on the morrow for such would be the horror to envelope my mind. Yet, vision as it was, it was so fleeting and indistinct that, even today at a distance of years

Tangents

Pursuing success 'Good morning, Southern California,' intoned the voice over the radio and I smiled, wondering how those deejays always managed to sound so chipper. 'It's a beautiful day in San Diego – 72 degrees at 7:23 in the morning and going up to a high of 85 this afternoon. If you're heading out to Ocean Side or Laguna Beach,

Whispers

Whispers (Parts I - XX) Whispers (I) Archbishop Romero moved as quickly as his age, weight and the unruly purple robes would permit, down a long, shadowed and faux-columned corridor, scanning every frescoed alcove attentively for the appearance of the one man who would be able to help him. His sweat, in the humidity, oozed from his pores,