Tip-Top the Christmas Gnome – Part 3: The Elf

home As the dawn approached, he was quite worn out. With a hard jerk, he pulled the plug back out and the tree darkened once more. He climbed back under the tree and slowly to the top, each limb getting harder to climb because he was so tired from playing Santa. He knew he was …

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Tip-Top the Christmas Gnome: Part 2 – Tip-Top’s Flight

He rubbed and patted his round tummy, then he reached down and scratched the house mouse behind the ears. The mouse said, "Squeak." It was as big as a cat in proportion to Tip-Top. Then they both pitter-pattered back to the laundry room, crawled into a basket, and nestled under the spare yarn for his daytime slumber.

Tip-Top the Christmas Gnome – Part 1: Gnomes

At Christmas, we speak of several so-called mythical creatures. Well, there are Santa's Elves, of course, the stars of Christmas–gleefully toiling away in a wintery workshop all year, satisfied by a prized wink from Santa for their pay. But that is not the creature I wish to tell you about. They've had enough attention by …

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VR Will be Bigger than Tech Geeks, but We Need Their Passion to Get Us There

I am Gen-X. I was once dazzled by a blob of pixels on a propriety machine that could accurately be described by today's standards as the worst table tennis simulation of all time on the worst home gaming system of all time: Pong. But what was it that the current, dazzling iterations of table tennis video …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 13

The BART took me within a fifteen-minute cab ride to Heath’s apartment in Fremont, where there was a large Indian community. His apartment complex was modest but by no means a dump. As I climbed the stairs to his third-level apartment, I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of cumin, turmeric, ginger, onions, and garlic. The …

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Whiff – Chapter 6

I wake up excited.  It’s Saturday, and I’m free to spend the day visiting my collection.  I think about the places I want to go and smell.  I fix Mother some toast with strawberry jam and a cup of hot coffee.  She’ll be sore, so I’m prepared to rub her legs with liniment.  She says …

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Whiff – Chapter 5

Start from beginning I didn't grow up wanting to be a library assistant. I work here for four reasons. One, it's right next to the post office. This allows me to visit it more frequently. I have a morning break, a lunch break, and an afternoon break with which to visit my beloved. It's only …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 12

The BART took me within a fifteen-minute cab ride to Heath’s apartment in Fremont, where there was a large Indian community. His apartment complex was modest but by no means a dump. As I climbed the stairs to his third-level apartment, I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of cumin, turmeric, ginger, onions, and garlic. The …

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Whiff – Chapter 4

I reach in my pocket to find the bottle #2, and gather my courage. I rub my index finger over the smooth contours of its corners and over the rough surface of the little cork that held beloved scent of Mother. I thought of girls in my past who had rejected me and had been …

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Bay City Runaway – Part 11

Laura and I decided to break up the spring of our senior year of high school. She had chosen to go to a small private college in St. Louis, and I would be staying in Oklahoma to study computer science. We wouldn’t write or call. That was the deal. But we would reconnect in the …

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