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TM: #138 - Spirit
Before I entered the Service, if you had asked me whether I believed in the phantasmagorical and the proverbial things that go bump in the night, I would have laughed. This is the 19th century, after all, and not the dark ages. Ghosts and vampires and werewolves are the stuff of folk tales and overactive imaginations. I fancy myself a man of ( Read more... ) -
TM: If . . .
"If it's all the same to you," said Artemus, "I think I'd rather escape." He sat on the straw-strewn floor of the cell, hands leisurely behind his head. "Not that I'm complaining about the food. Who can resist that lovely swill with the mystery meat. What do you suppose it was ( Read more... ) -
What does comfort mean to you?
In his time, Artemus had been shot, beaten, drugged, nearly drowned, crushed, dropped from amazing heights, hypnotized, and stabbed. All in a day's work. His employer understood the risks of the job and the importance of a safe haven to return to. But when your profession takes you all over the country, sometimes at a moment's notice, a hotel or ( Read more... ) -
Write about Mother (yours or someone elses)
It pains me to admit, but the most disagreeable woman I have ever met (with the exception of the diva Rosa Montabello) also has the distinction of being mother to the only woman I have ever truly loved. Oh, she was a harridan, was Mrs. Fortune! She had the sort of shrill voice that could be heard for miles and a tongue sharper than the proverbial ( Read more... ) -
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Close your eyes and think about what you've been missing in your life lately. It could be a person, pet, place, thing, occasion, feeling. Anything at all that you miss dearly."What have I been missing lately?" Artemus waved an expansive hand at the brown scrub and rocky wasteland that stretched before them. A glaring mid-day sun baked the arid ( Read more... ) -
Intentional Fool
Did you ever intentionally make a complete fool out of yourself while fully realizing what you were doing?
Do I deliberately portray the fool? More frequently than I care to confess! However, I can honestly say that it was all in a day's work. A good actor can mimic the humor and drama of the human condition, but the consummate actor can become ( Read more... ) -
Write about your father.
As you might expect, my father was a gentleman and a scholar. I never met a man with a greater understanding of the works of Homer or Bacon nor a deeper love for literature. He would discourse for hours on the merits of Byron and Keats and could recite all of the works of Shelly by heart ( Read more... ) -
Write about an overheard remark or secret that you were not supposed to have heard.
Only one? What a shame, when I have so many to choose from! It might be difficult to decide which one to relate to you. More to the point, it might be impossible altogether, given the nature of the things I have heard and the capacity in which I found myself privy to such knowledge. You could say I'm in the business of overhearing secrets. At ( Read more... )
