"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered." - Tom Stoppard. Any format.

Ever been cheated on? Did your partner walk out on you with no explanation? Was there no mojo in your relationship so you opted to leave, but realized way too late that it was your own damn fault? I’d like to say a broken heart feels like the end of the world, but it really isn’t after you have a couple of them. I don’t care if she pooped gold, or the way he smiled sent those butterflies on a shooting spree in your stomach. I don’t even care if they found their identity in middle school, and transformed into a new bionic AI gender by thirty, leading a cutting edge global company that specializes in environmental activism, and combating the military industrial complex. Just tell me, what is YOUR best way to get over someone, and move on with your life. Cheers!

Should we teach our children to pursue perfection, or just do their best? Title inspired by J. Cole

'Books choose their authors; the act of creation is not entirely a rational and conscious one.' – Salman Rushdie :: What if the words you write chose you?

Dirt falls from the roof of the cage and in your eyes as it rises up into the glorious sunrise. You are in the center of an arena, surrounded by unchained lions. The roaring crowd above you screams with bloodthirst, but a voice whispers softly in your ear: ‘We are free.'

These were the supposedly the last words of Vincent Van Gogh. You're on deathbed, and the lights are beginning to flicker. What do you say?

Thunder leaps from rock to rock, and the winds howl in terrifying rage. You are the last of your kind, surrounded by sinister forces on the precipice of an endless cliff. There is a wet parchment clutched against your chest that holds the secrets of life. Give me your most mystical quotes.

You wake up in a coffin. The only sound is the muffled response from your cries hitting the walls mere inches away. As the suffocation lights your chest on fire, you think of a funny joke.

You're a nurse on the beach with your spouse. You see a child that was just pulled out of the rip current. You go ahead and perform CPR as the parents are watching you, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. It's going to be at least an hour before it gets to the secluded part of the beach. You realize the child is dead, and you're breath is coming back to you from inside the child's mouth. Do you keep performing resuscitation and spare the parents the truth for that hour, or do you stop and let them know? Feel free to take this in any direction you'd like.

By most estimates, the birth rate for male to female is 105 boys per 100 girls. I mean what about the other 5 guys?

...fight a chicken every time you get into a car, or an orangutan once a year with a sword?