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"The mind is everything. What you think you become.” -Buddha The Collator by Eric Joyner Thinking about No-Mind without a mind, Rob...

Set Designer: Rhea Thierstein Image: Tim Walker The elephant in the room was the ice ship. The house was magnificent in every way except...

She never spoke of it afterward — the day she slid into and out of ivory lace that played so teasingly against pink that pink had a pati...

Image by Skip via Pixdaus I will return here in winter and doormats will trap muck from my boots.  Some curious snowflakes will ...

Dragon flying over beautiful clouds with tongue by Stephanie Roeser When Felix was five he sketched himself parachuting, while singing ...

This volunteer was waiting outside Obama headquarters on Thursday morning, an early bird . Although the cre...

A Morning In Tilden 2 by Michelle Sixta The outcast as angel . That is how she saw herself. While working at forgiving herself  she h...

She happened to have loved him. Why would you care if he —or she— were married to others, if he was French or Arabian, or Texan like you...

Her beloved apartment was a six-floor walk-up in one of the older buildings near the park. The stone masons who toiled to craft the impr...

Sitting on either side of Manuela at the table, both boys were thinking the same thing. She was the latest arrival at the center and wou...

Greetings. How many of you are there? Halo there! It is I, alone. Tell me true, have you been painting the town red? ...

Image by Micah Holtgraves When morning came to this place like a meditation on harmony and hope, he took a photo to remember that se...

The teacher showed this image to her third-grade class a few days before spring break. "What do you think it means?" she chirp...

(Obituary con't. ) a quirky nest retreat (its location a secret  to this day) and the frosted glass Polar  ...

She finally loved herself for who he really was. They were intimates together in that body that bled no more, was growing hair where ...

CNN photo So it has come to this... thought Anna, as Walt amused himself on his smart phone. She reflected beside the reflecting po...

There is a phone booth situated on a semi-desolate playa, in the middle of nowhere, really, because the lights visible against the moun...

Just like this , she would call to the children before closing her eyes and putting her head back into the water. They lay on their st...

Bre’s eighth birthday bash was smashing: Crepe streamers waved and twirled high above A festive array of bright hats and marbled party b...

Links to more of this week's FF55s ( works of fiction in 55 words ) are at Mr. KnowItAll , the G-Man. {I created this FF55 at ...