By Andrea Phillips
Yes, I read about the Insomniac in the papers, too. --Actually, I know her, can you believe it? We went to high school together. Yeah, for real.I can't decide if I want to look at diamonds or sapphires today. It's for a blue gown, but I wouldn't want to be too matchy-matchy, you know? Why don't you take them all out so I can see?
By Tom BridgeIn retrospect, the worst part about being an electronics whisperer was that I was entirely unprepared for the consequences of walking in on my Blu-Ray Player getting it on with the Tuner.
By John Evans
It began with a dream.I had been reading Edwin A. Abbott's "Flatland" before bed. Rereading it, I first encountered it years ago. The inhabitants of Flatland are unable to see outside their two-dimensional world; the Sphere is able to appear and disappear at will by moving in and out of the Flatland plane, stupefying its denizens with his paranormal ability. My mind went over and over it. I imagined moving away from the world, moving out and away from the people around me. Back and forth, sliding in and out of reality, helplessly tossed by some unseen current.
Last year I the cosmetics company I worked for summoned me to a meeting to discuss a new fragrance we had in development. Management had discovered that one of our chemists was adding components to the formula that were not pre-approved. I was asked to investigate and make sure that all of the contaminated samples were destroyed.
By Kendall Whitehouse
It felt like a dream. At first, I thought it was a dream. That morning as I awoke in my bed I realized that...well, that I wasn't actually in the bed. I was above it. Floating. In the air about four feet above the sheets.
I don't have much time to write this all down, but here we go.In a few hours I'll be celebrating with the others like myself in a dedication dinner at the mayor's mansion. It's strange, a year of being what I had read about in comics, it still doesn't seem real. A year ago yesterday I was just a normal, everyday gal going to a dead-end job. Now, I hear the call, slip into something comfortable and fly off to help out my home town.
By Martin Aggett
On some level I’ve always known I was unique; different from all the others, but it was only a year ago that I awoke to the full realization of my true nature. If I would have been more observant I could have seen the inconsistencies in my life, which eventually led to my awakening, much sooner.
By Will HindmarchIt’s been a year already. I know it’s hard to believe. If you’re one of the lucky ones, and your powers developed safely that day, then you’ve been bulletproof for 365 days now. You’ve been flying to Paris or Tokyo whenever you like. You’ve been catching falling helicopters and pulling people out of burning buildings. You’re a hero several times over, I bet — draped in medals and wrapped several layers deep in flags. You’re a star. Read the rest!
By Jim Gramze
I think I've always had this power. I guess I never noticed having it because I cannot use it directly on myself, only others. It's strange and often amusing to transfer a brief event that happens to one person and make it happen to someone else instead. It must be an even exchange and all in my line of sight.