Dress for the job you want
It's hot.
The lady on the seat in front of me is fanning herself with a piece of paper because the air-conditioning unit on the bus is struggling to keep up with the heat and it's only 7am.
Read MoreSaturday Night
Saturday night. The party night. The pinnacle of the weekend. The time when everything feels great. That moment in which work can be completely forgotten about - far enough removed from Friday afternoon and yet not close enough to Monday to warrant worrying about work. Saturday night is that wonderful time when a few casual drinks with friends turns into a crazy party that somehow results in long and outrageous sex with a beautiful woman you only just met at the bar.
Read MoreHeadphones of Social Immunity
Darkness had fallen early tonight, as though a great force of evil was slowly encroaching upon the day, consuming the last remaining rays of sun like a gluttonous monster before plunging the world in to a thick blackness.
Jack, a young wizard, was bent over his forest campfire busily preparing a summoning spell of protective wards. The fire was an unfortunate requirement for the spell but Jack was all too aware of how it was like a beacon, attracting the attention of whatever evils were lurking out there in the darkened forest.
Read MoreThe need for moderation
The bus eased in to the station and I bolted out the door, forgetting to touch my card to cancel my trip but I had more important things on my mind than losing $10.
I was about to lose my lunch all over the bus stop floor. And walls.
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