Fiction

"The shadows of the trees lie sleepily along the street. A few cars go by, but not many. Their headlights are sharp; they cut into the night cruelly. I shiver (the air is bitter and cold, and so am I); I rub my hands up and down my arms. I think of how you sometimes look at me and forget what you're saying, and of how you sometimes turn remote, like a stranger."      

 --Amnesia (a love story)

"Arnold couldn't understand; he had gone to school, he had gotten good grades, but somehow he ended up working for Puffworks Nose Tissue Department. He was standing outside Juicedale Mall giving out free samples of a new tissue that was suppose to be ten times softer, when Arnold knew for a fact that it was the exact same tissue as the last model but in a different wrapping."

--Puffworks