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Faded With the Photograph: I sometimes wonder if, with the advent of the photograph, people thought images would disappear upon the subject’s death. Perhaps the theory was, that with each photo taken, a touch of vitality was captured and assimilated into specks of silver halide, and with the demise of the pictured, the captivated vitality, and thus the likeness would be dissolved. Absurd really, no intelligent person would accept such an abstraction of science and superstition. A synthetic my...

He watched a small brick of color lodged between two rocks dissolve; it emitted a cloud of green as it quickly disappeared in the stream. He sighed as he rummaged through his box; that had been the last emerald pastel. People had always told him his fingers were too clumsy for such a thing as art, he had never believed them before, but maybe they were right. Of course, maybe next time he would remember not to position his easel so close to water. George deposited the rest of his pastels into...

Lately, I’ve wondered why the snowman insists on returning annually. After finally sitting, pondering, and giving this matter its due thought, I’ve gained nothing but a vague understanding of this phenomenon. One must take into consideration the limited psyche of the snowman; its brain is composed of hydrogen, two parts oxygen, dirt, grass, leaves, and other trace atmospheric elements. With this understanding, we can then postulate that the snowman incorporates very little logical thought in...

A beleaguered tapping on the doorway brought him from his light slumber, he was mildly aware of the snow and the fierce storm that assailed his windows and door. He rose slowly from his chair and stepped across the deer-pelt that shielded his bare feet from the chill of the unfinished wood. Unfastening the crude padlock that usually couldn’t even keep out the wind, he opened the door; his eyes were met by something that defied his bland expectations. A beautiful young girl sought his eyes wit...