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Excuse me. I couldn't help but overhear, as you're the loudest and most talkative table in the restaurant. Did you actually make the claim that people see horror films to see the 'point where the person is at the depths of despair and decides, but ultimately fails, to fight back'? Did you? Wow. I've heard a lot of bullshit, sir, but that takes the cake. I mean, you must be the most self-deluded person in the restaurant. Oh, you're a playwright? Well, I guess that trumps me. You see, I have a kid stepbrother. And everyone knows that textbook reading trumps real-world experience. I mean, your books must go into great deal about what people li

I woke up with a start, and took a quick look around. A woman was callin' my name outside. If anything could wake me up, it was someone callin' my name. I went to the door and looked out the peephole. I had to do a double take to believe what I was lookin' at. Beautiful woman, but she looked like she'd been crying for days on end. "Who's there?" "Billy, let me in! I'm in trouble, and you're the only person I could think of!" "What's your name?" "I... I'll tell you if you let me in!" I took a quick sweep of the area. There was nobody else awake at this time of night, so I felt pretty safe lettin' the lady in. "Alright." The door creaked

I was sitting in the balcony behind the peanut gallery, watching a spelling bee. The peanut gallery consisted of five guys who looked like programming and math geniuses. They had written their friend's name on five pieces of paper. Their friend was some kid from the Middle East with an oddly short five-letter name. Anyway, he got booted off pretty quickly. Later, the idiot reading the flash cards gave the word, "palindrome".... "Um, could I get an example?" "The word Xerox is a palindrome." Needless to say, the peanut gallery was not pleased. So, instead of shouting out their friend's name and raising the signs... They huddled together an

"Toys 'R Us!" the infant child beams, evoking smiles of pride from his parents. Father boasts triumphantly, "See, Ma? He can read." "Of course he can! He's our little Johnny," Mother says. "He's not reading,' replies Grandma.  "He just recognizes the picture," she declares, as she points to the trademarked logo. Johnny merely looks out the window.... The trees rush past the window on the long highway. Father watches the road ahead while Mother whispers words of love into his ear. Father laughs quietly to himself as she speaks, content with his world. The two are unaware of little Johnny's thoughts in the back. Johnny looks around th