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The naming of storms is a difficult matter It isn't just one of your holiday games You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you that storms have three types of names First of all, there's the name that the researchers use daily Such as Franklin, Alberto, Karen or Sally Such as Victor or Oscar, Gordon or Tammy All of them sensible, everyday names There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames Such as Gaston, Lorenzo, Ophelia, Katia But all of them sensible everyday names But I tell you some storms have a name that's particular A name that's peculiar, and more rec

*Prologue: Faces in the Dark ~The Twins’ Dream~* In the dream, which both twins had been having every night for over seven years, they were standing on a field that was covered in thick fog. In the grayish air around the field, they could see a sea of faces watching them. None of the faces had recognizable features, but the dreamers felt as though they were the most beautiful faces they had ever seen. Yet, the faces seemed very sad and lonely. They were looking for love, for a purpose, but were unable to find it; the black-and-white field had something to do with this, the twins sensed, and that made them angry. The faces had reached th

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Black-haired, hazel-eyed Stephanie had every reason to be skeptical; they had been wandering the dark, labyrinthine halls for what seemed like hours. Alexander sighed, running his hands through his blond hair as they reached another corner and started down another line of doors. “I’m not so sure anymore,” he admitted, blue eyes wandering down the line of identical doors that stretched into the dark. They had been looking for the main entrance, but there were no signs, and all the halls looked the same; even what floor they were on was a mystery. The power blackout did nothing to

When I was in high school, my parents and I traveled around the country in an Airstream trailer. My father took early retirement, and, as I was homeschooled, we took my lessons with us. We went to all forty-eight continental states and even went up into Canada. It was there, in the wilds of Ontario, that my father surprised my mother and I with an exercise in uncanny animal magnetism. Towing a trailer meant that we could stop anywhere there was room and use the facilities, all but eliminating the need for conventional rest areas. Canada had nice wide patches of asphalt on the side of their highways, with plenty of room for a trailer. We stop

*BEEP* Two new messages, and nine old messages. "Hey, it's me. I just found this lovely garden statue today! It's an angel that's crying, and it looked so pretty that I JUST HAD TO HAVE IT! I put it in the front garden – oh, it sounds like someone's at the door! Catch you later!" *click* Saturday, 8:30 PM *BEEP* (Upbeat, ragtime-type music) Good night! Sleep tight! And pleasant dreams to you! Here's a wish And a prayer That every dream comes true! And now, till we meet again… Adios! Au revoir! Aufwiedersein! …Good night! *click* Saturday, 8:59 PM *BEEP* End of messages.