According to the caption on the bronze marker placed by the Multnomah Chapter of the Daughters

of the American Revolution on May 12, 1939, ?College Hall (is) the oldest building in continuous use

for Educational purposes west of the Rocky Mountains. Here were educated men and women who

have won recognition throughout the world in all the learned professions.?

Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out and if there was

ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the one to call. The problem was that

there was nobody interested in the information besides him and he knew it. Years of information

painstakingly memorized and sorted with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.

It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike. If you happen to come across bears, the

whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group do. That was the lesson they were

about to learn that day.

It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice seemed simple.

The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of most. It was the easy choice.

The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually preferred it.

The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25 years. The only difference was there was

someone actually sitting in it. How long had it been since someone had done that? Ten years or

more he imagined. Yet there was no denying the presence in the chair now.

The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many

of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other

plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets

had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it

hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.

himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front of him. That blank screen

taunting him day after day had started to play with his mind. He didn't understand why he couldn't

even type a single word, just one to begin the process and build from there. And yet, he already

knew that the eight hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would end with the

screen remaining blank.

There was a time when he would have embraced the change that was coming. In his youth, he

sought adventure and the unknown, but that had been years ago. He wished he could go back and

learn to find the excitement that came with change but it was useless. That curiosity had long left

him to where he had come to loathe anything that put him out of his comfort zone.

He took a sip of the drink. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn't

matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had

absolutely hated it. That's simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each

day and he took a sip of it and smiled, saying it was excellent.

What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline the eyes, nose, and mouth on your face

with your finger, you make an "I" which makes perfect sense, but is something I never noticed

before. What have you noticed today?

There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn't the hate itself as it was a disgusting display of

racism and intolerance. It was what propelled the hate and the fact that although he had this hate,

he didn't understand where it came from. It was at that moment that she realized that there was

hope in changing him.

If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an intelligent gorilla and the
braincase of a man, you'll have a rough idea of what they looked like -- except for their teeth. The

canines would have fitted better in the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their wide,

thin-lipped mouths, giving them an expression of ferocity.

He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started racing and he

bolted into a full sprint. "It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't a gunshot," he repeated under his

breathlessness as he continued to sprint.

I'm going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can't handle this anymore. She fell over the coffee

table and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more than I ever signed up to do.

Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick. It may seem silly, but cake people and

pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you are, but that's not for me to decide. So,

what is it? Cake or pie?

Pink ponies and purple giraffes roamed the field. Cotton candy grew from the ground as a chocolate

river meandered off to the side. What looked like stones in the pasture were actually rock candy.

Everything in her dream seemed to be perfect except for the fact that she had no mouth.

He had three simple rules by which he lived. The first was to never eat blue food. There was nothing

in nature that was edible that was blue. People often asked about blueberries, but everyone knows

those are actually purple. He understood it was one of the stranger rules to live by, but it had served

him well thus far in the 50+ years of his life.

She wanted rainbow hair. That's what she told the hairdresser. It should be deep rainbow colors,

too. She wasn't interested in pastel rainbow hair. She wanted it deep and vibrant so there was no

doubt that she had done this on purpose.

Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or the town. A car was coming down

the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb in the air, she had a plan.

There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone tapping their nails on

the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another human imposing themselves into her

space. She couldn't stand any of these things, but none of them compared to the number one thing

she couldn't stand which topped all of them combined.