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Written by Brian Olsen
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Wednesday, 19 August 2009 23:19 |
His left hand pressed firmly against the grey granite walls of the cave. The rock was cold and lifeless, but it provided to the young prince a sense of security against the dragon that lie ahead, known only to his imagination, a dragon with a blazing breath, some said, that pulverized bones as if they were crystals of salt dropped into a glass of water. Pul-ver-ized. All that had survived of the brave princes that had walked before him was their chainmail, which he was reminded of by the shards of metal that lay strewn about in the sand of the passage floor.
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Last Updated on Friday, 21 August 2009 23:47 |
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Written by Brian Olsen
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Friday, 21 September 2007 00:00 |
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In reply to Fyodor Dostoevsky's Notes from the Underground.
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Written by Brian Olsen
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Sunday, 08 October 2006 00:00 |
[Unpublished]
Glide, peddle, and bask in the spring sun of Yellowstone Country.
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Last Updated on Saturday, 22 August 2009 00:12 |
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Written by Brian Olsen
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Wednesday, 06 September 2006 00:00 |
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[Unpublished]
Engine 618 is alive. The behemoth breathes quickly and deeply through the steam chests on each side. In and out. In and out. When the steam pressure on the engine becomes uneven, the air pump on the left side kicks in, thumping, chug-a-chug-a. The fireman feeds it more coal, directly into its belly. It roars with delight. He clears the ballast of the boiler with the pulling of a creaking lever, sending hissing steam out of the steam chests, twenty feet on each side, like a giant sneeze.
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Last Updated on Saturday, 22 August 2009 00:12 |
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Written by Brian Olsen
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Sunday, 27 August 2006 00:00 |
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In Jericho, Vermont, retirees Norman and Dorothy Gnagey have found a respite from their worldly adventures in a quaint country home surrounded by a spread complete with pole beans, walnut trees, and a goose named Goosie.
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Written by Brian Olsen
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Monday, 08 August 2005 00:00 |
As if the chill of the nearby glacier had frozen gravity itself, my body hovered in space and time. Twice before, my body had managed to overrule my mind’s crazy idea of plunging into this abyss, but now I had fooled my legs into committing to flight.
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