Posts Tagged: stories
03.17
All at once, Mark said, nothing seemed to be worth much. People were trying to sell anything but few could buy. Those who still had money, fearful of further losses, were reluctant to spend any. In Coney Island,
03.17
All at once, Mark said, nothing seemed to be worth much. People were trying to sell anything but few could buy. Those who still had money, fearful of further losses, were reluctant to spend any. In Coney Island,
03.12
Michael Fiorello saw excitement build up on the wildest ideas and people slowly becoming greedy. His son’s toy train moved towards the end of the track. He raised the cost of money and enforced a bank law restricting lending
03.11
The Magnetics Notebooks detail, in drawings and words, how people’s emotions are contagious and broadly determined by the earth’s magnetic cycles. In one of the notebooks, called the Statistical Notebook, historical data show the correlation. Michael Fiorello eventually placed
03.11
The Magnetics Notebooks detail, in drawings and words, how people’s emotions are contagious and broadly determined by the earth’s magnetic cycles. In one of the notebooks, called the Statistical Notebook, historical data show the correlation. Michael Fiorello eventually placed
03.09
Michael Fiorello studied the notebooks for three years. One night he returned home and found his son playing with an antique land train model, one of those machines that used to cross the land before the seas and the
03.07
About forty years ago a man died, leaving thirteen hand-written notebooks. A woman bought one of them from an antique street vendor and showed it to the major of the island where she lived, Michael Fiorello. Fiorello scouted for the
03.01
Then it happened, from out of nowhere. Countless birds moving in waves in the sky. The sky turning dark, then clear, then dark again. Birds as one gigantic hand, as a wing, a wave, as a school of fish, as
03.01
Then it happened, from out of nowhere. Countless birds moving in waves in the sky. The sky turning dark, then clear, then dark again. Birds as one gigantic hand, as a wing, a wave, as a school of fish, as
02.99
Gaia woke Julia up early that morning, We should go to the Island of the Dead, it’s today. What happens today? I will hear stories that are not whispered on the Wind Tower. We need to leave soon. Who
02.94
Gaia had one more story to tell, as she heard it whispered above the Wind Tower. A man played the piano in a meadow, alone. He dreamt of others to play the music for, of air that spread the
02.94
Gaia had one more story to tell, as she heard it whispered above the Wind Tower. A man played the piano in a meadow, alone. He dreamt of others to play the music for, of air that spread the
02.91
Gaia told Julia and Kristen another story she heard whispered on top of the Wind Tower. In January 1898 electricity arrived in the Island of Ostrich. On the very fist night, people congregated in Campo Squero for the first
02.89
The gift of a tangerine brought the smell of dreams in her room, for hours after Julia had eaten the fruit. She let the peel dry on the windowsill, its smell bringing the warmth of Africa in the cold
02.89
The gift of a tangerine brought the smell of dreams in her room, for hours after Julia had eaten the fruit. She let the peel dry on the windowsill, its smell bringing the warmth of Africa in the cold
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