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Ever dream of becoming a superhero or a superheroine? Perhaps you just want to hang around with superheroes and be their best, coolest friend. Perhaps you want to marry a superhero when you grow up. Well, maybe you're already a superhero, and nobody knows it, not even your mom and dad. And did you ever think everybody might just be a superhero in disguise? In this story, a dad tells his son a bedtime story about a superhero named Zuper Zero!

Emal and Joti had always been good friends. They grew up in the same neighborhood. They enjoyed the same things in life. They often went to the same events. What Emal and Joti enjoyed most of all was adventure. Growing up, adventure was what they experienced the least of all. Emal and Joti's best and perhaps only chance at adventure was space travel. But there was little chance of that. There was little chance at all until they were teenagers and a new company started to mass produce star-jumpers.

Yes, there's all different kinds of magique. Perhaps you were fortunate enough to have come in contact with the Just-Like-Us. The Just-Like-Us appear to be human. But they're not. Did you ever meet one of the Tailless Merfolk, or a Tall Hobbit, or a Round Eared Elf? Perhaps you did and didn't know it. You wouldn't know by looking at them that they aren't one of us. Their magique is very powerful. But still you may have been lucky enough to have experienced it.

William couldn't believe that it was finally over with Diana. Sure, she had told him it was over several times during the last two weeks. But he couldn't believe this was actually it. Nor could he bring himself to believe that he would never see her again. But here she was packing up her few belongings and getting ready to move.

Facilitator LadeBack of the All Cosmos Vehicle Extra-Prize encounters a Solar Magnetic Storm which sends his ship crashing into what appears to be his home planet Terry. There he meets a jolly old elf who claims to be Santa. Santa tries to give everybody something better than he gave them last year. And this year he plans to give everybody gold. But somebody is bollixing up his plan.

Ina Hurry sometimes felt like she had the rottenest luck. She knew she was going to have a very short childhood. That was what all the other kids on the playground said. And then, after her very short childhood was over, Ina Hurry would become an adult. Well, it was what the kids who mattered said - the ones she wanted to be her friends. They were not her friends yet. But she was still working on that. Ina Hurry knew that she just needed to change more. She just needed to be more likeable, to do things more their way. Then she would fit in with them. Then she could be their friend.

In this story, Joel September's life is not going that great. He's stuck in a job he really hates, but it pays the bills. But then a crisis happens, one which starts his life flowing in a much better direction. And Joel starts to be aware that very soon his life is going to be just like down home! Tonight Joel had no worries. Things were about to change for the better, he could feel it in his bones. Pretty soon, Joel felt like he was walking on air. It was a wonderful feeling, to feel like you were floating.

Ever dreamed of owning a restaurant? I know I have. I think owning a restaurant would be fun. But it would require a lot of hours and a lot of work. So I settle for dreaming about restaurants I'd like to eat at.

Everybody has a different notion of what heaven is like. In the heaven where Jane lives, everybody is expected to use The Will to do things. Using The Will, people in Jane’s heaven merely have to think to accomplish anything. They never have to get their hands dirty touching anything. Jane, though, wants to touch things. She wants to feel them in her hands. And because she refuses to use her Will, she falls from societal acceptance, and then she falls from heaven. But falling from heaven may be her saving grace.

We each have seven brains: the four lobes of the brain, the cerebellum, the heart, and the gut. Each has a separate function. Each correlates to a chakra, Kwanzaa principle, blessing mode, and Cherokee spiritual direction. Each brain also uses a particular method of coherence. I explore each method of coherence and how you can use it to heal all your brains.

In this first title of the series, we meet this wizard without a wand - Shmedley Thrumbledack - and his closest friends in their first year at Wizard School. This Wizard School is so expensive that Shmedley's parents run out of money buying his supplies and don't have enough left over to buy him a wand.

Xeechagillapxtuurii jumps into the raging current to be carried downstream in search of his vision. He finds his vision, including the one he is looking for. But this world is totally foreign to him. Nobody understands him. Somehow he must gain her trust and communicate with them. Somehow he must get her to want to come back to his world to help him save it. Sylvia is a college student. When she sees a hippie being driven towards her truck, she responds as she always does when she sees someone in need - she opens the door and pull some blankets from the back for him to wrap up in.

From across the room, he noticed her elbow. As he traced the curve of her elbow with his eyes, he noticed something stenciled there. At this distance, he should not have been able to tell that that something was a flower. But he could, so he gave up reasoning for reality. His eye started tracing the lines of the flower. He was only vaguely aware that the flower was drawn on a woman's elbow some 20 yards away.

Danwe lived in a vase. It was not a regularly shaped vase. Danwe's vase had a tall cylindrical section. That is to say it was taller than it was wide. This section of the vase was similar in shape to a can of spam, but much nicer looking. This section was just tall enough for Danwe to stand and walk comfortably in. When I say Danwe lived in a vase, I mean he lived in a vase. That is to say, he never left. He had lived here all his life, all by himself. So what happens when Danwe finally leaves his vase and starts exploring? What will his world be like?

Everybody wants a little piece of paradise right in their own backyard. This book is about how to make that happen without spending too much effort on it. After all, one of the rules of paradise is to let everything be as easy as it wants to be. Tired of yard work? Want to spend time in paradise in the comfort of your own backyard? This book is for you. I explore composting, replacing your lawn, play, pruning, companion planting, edible forest gardens, tree guilds, perennial plants, and creating your own microclimate.

It was not surprising that Brunettes said something together. They said and did everything in unison. It was this request for a name that was so surprising. They had a name!

I learned how to save paper from my grandmother. I explore all the details involved when choosing a greener printer. I also explore tree-free and tree-friendly paper, non-toxic ink, and outsourcing your green printing. At the end, I share my conclusion of how to find a greener printer for your personal or business use. Hopefully I will have given you enough information to come to your own conclusion.

What is a Sub-Bohemian? A Sub-Bohemian is one who lives an unconventional lifestyle. He has artistic interests which drive his unconventionality. But, in our Superhero's case, his unconventionality is also driven by the necessity to avoid being crushed. Sub-Bohemian's are the smallest people in the world. Well, actually there is only one Sub-Bohemian, our Superhero. Introducing: Pavlik-Pavlik! The Sub-Bohemian! Our Superhero!

Poems that make you smile

Poems that make you groan

Poems that make you wonder

Why you're reading them alone

Poems that rhyme with rhythm

Poems that simply don't

Poems that to you make sense

Poems that surely won't

Who writes these poems anyway

Whose mind has gone astray

Just tell your tales the normal way

I don't have time to play

Poetry fans will like them

Laureates will not

Short stories added for a treat

To thicken out the plot

Hi. My name is Frank. This is my story. Most of the world didn't live all the way through the cataclysmic events. Most of us who did are content to just write our stories down, place them in bottles, and toss those bottles into the stream. Like most, I'm hoping that somebody downstream will find my story. Then perhaps, all the stories will merge. All the pieces will be put together. And at last we'll finally know what really happened. This is my story of what happened the night the stars went away.