There the old man goes again, awake at sunrise on a Saturday, grappling out of bed, his weary feet finding solace in the plush slippers.…

They swarmed in droves, moving like a herd of cattle fleeing the cracking whip. All one hundred and fifty billion of them — every person…

Now, the gymnast walks carefully across the tightrope with each step growing in importance. Beneath her is a bed of nails that she laid herself…

On the coldest night of the year, a father sits at a dining room table with his chin down and his hands interlocked on the…