10.7.2004 Jennifer, friends and family of Mark, As promised, here are copies of the correspondence I received from Mark over the course of the last month. For the most part, I have merely copied and pasted them from my email application. As youโ€™ll read, he requested this, in...

A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but...

Laura was woken by her father; something that he had not done since she was a child. As her thoughts slowly swam back into focus, she was suddenly sure that she had slept naked and he had seen her, but to her relief she was wearing her baby-blue pyjamas. God, what was he doing in here anyway? โ€œCome on, you,โ€ he said brightly, opening the curtains and letting the sunlight in. Outside, she could hear a lawnmower running, perhaps in the next street, and what couldโ€™ve been birdsong. โ€œItโ€™s Button Day, remember? Get dressed, put something nice on. Weโ€™re leaving in an hour.โ€ Laura stirred, her voice groggy. โ€œDad, what the hell? Couldnโ€™t you just knock? What if Iโ€™d slept nude?โ€ He didnโ€™t look at her, he was too busy admiring his garden from the window. โ€œOh, youโ€™ve nothing I havenโ€™t seen before. Iโ€™m your bloody father, Iโ€˜ve wiped your arse many a time before now.โ€ โ€œNot the point, Dad.โ€œ Squinting, Laura sat up, rubbing her eyes, and remembered what heโ€™d just said. โ€œDad, did you just say โ€˜Button Dayโ€™?" โ€œWell, yeah. What, did you forget?โ€ He laughed as he crossed the room to the door. โ€œYou were only talking about it last night.โ€ โ€œWait - what?โ€ She frowned, not understanding. Something was wrong here. A fine way to start the day, really. She hadnโ€™t even gotten out of bed yet, and she was already getting weird shit. โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€ He shook his head, still smiling as he left the room. โ€œGet dressed. Breakfast is ready.โ€ He left her sitting up in bed, holding the covers to her breasts, a look of confusion on her face. Eventually she got out of bed, and began to pull some clothes on that were to hand. Familiar sounds floated up to her from downstairs: pots and pans rattling, the TV on low, the muffled tones of her family talking to each other, a short, harsh laugh - her brother. No doubt laughing at the TV. She did her zipper on her jeans, and stood for a second before finally saying out loud, โ€œButton Day?โ€

You're slowly stirred awake by the distant ringing as the phone beside your bed pulls you out of your dreams. Your thoughts gather themselves and you groan, reaching over to answer. As soon as you place the phone to your ear, you're greeted by the...

It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The...

If you watch every State of the Union Address since it's been filmed and available on tape, you'll see that halfway through--exactly halfway through--the President always says the same word. Most say it under their breath during the standing ovations, but some are forced to...

In November 1930, Joe Labelle, a Canadian fur trapper, snowshoed into a thriving Eskimo fishing village situated on the shores of Lake Anjikuni in Canada. Labelle was greeted with an eerie silence. He thought this was very strange because the fishing village was a noisy...

One day, a kid got what he thought was a genius idea. Heโ€™d find a way to stay overnight in his school. Just to be able to say he did it, the idea of the story that it would make thrilled him. He had no idea how right he was. The major problem of the plan was getting a key. He couldnโ€™t just hide in corners the whole night, he wanted to explore. He also wanted to scope out the best places in the school for some after school activities with any girls interested. He began to think of himself as the king of the brick castle that he spent most of his time in. He just needed that key. The only people that he thought would have a key to the entire school would be the janitors. They kept their keys on them, and had a spare set in their break room. He went in during lunch, when the janitors were on cafeteria patrol. He came into the break room and picked up the keys. Heโ€™d figure out what they were for later. As he was walking out of the room, amazed that it actually worked, he walked right into one of the janitors. What are you doing back here?โ€ inquired the custodian. The kid stammered for a few seconds, and ultimately decided to tell the truth. There was something about the man that said โ€œYou can trust me.โ€ The janitor laughed and said โ€œYou know, I wanted to do the same thing when I was young. Something about having the whole place to myself, it was an intoxicating urge. I made the mistake of going to the top, thinking I could get the keys there. I got caught, and the old man expelled me, for lack of a better word.โ€ Then he took a key off of his key ring and gave it to the kid. It was an odd key, he couldnโ€™t properly tell what color it was. It seemed to keep changing, even when he held it still. โ€œThat key will open any door in the school for you. Enjoy, son.โ€

Every child fears under their bed. If they don't, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door. Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don't. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them...

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My grandfather served in the European Theater of Operations during WWII, an experience he rarely talks much about. I've only managed to coax one story out of him. He and a low-ranking officer (granddad was an enlisted man) were travelling by jeep somewhere in Belgium with...

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In Portland, Oregon in 1981, an unheard-of new arcade game appeared in several suburbs, something of a rarity at the time. This game was called "Polybius". The game proved to be incredibly popular, to the point of addiction, and queues formed around the machines, quickly...

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It's the summer, and you're out of your college classes for at least a week or two, before the next semester starts. You've spent this time lounging around, and sleeping a lot. But lately, correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. They don't drop...

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In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started...

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