Stone Table

Never before had Reginald Campbell felt so full in his life. He had no clue just how in the world his father, Sam, could go to a Chinese buffet and get six to seven plates of food at a time and still be hungry, whereas he could only go one to two plates with barely any room for dessert. “Check, please,” Reginald requested of the foreign waitress. She nodded and saw herself to the front of the restaurant. “How many times do I have to tell you that I can pay for this, Reginald?” his wife asked…

Interviewer: Today on Mythology Talk, we have Bacchus, the god of wine. He's also known as Dionysus. Bacchus: I happy to be here! Interviewer: So, Bacchus, tell us about yourself. Bacchus: I am the God of wine and the vine. When I was growing up, I discovered the culture of the vine and how to extract the juices from it. Interviewer: That's interesting! Could you tell our listeners about an intriguing story or situation you've been in? Bacchus: Sure! I'll you about the time that I encountered…

A rustic oak desk sat in the middle of a dimly lit room. Various office supplies were neatly placed around the surface, though there was a distinct lack of electronics, laptop or otherwise. There were no loose papers, everything was neatly stacked, either in the outbox or inbox. Normally both would be full, but it was well past closing time, and the secretary had already emptied both. The morning would bring a fresh pile of folders, but for now, there was a single folder in the center of the…

The door shut firmly as Lutie walked briskly inside with her eyes deadpan on Jim. Bub sat motionless in the corner of the room, bewildered and scared as to what would happen next. He sensed fury grow inside of Lutie when stood with her fists clenched and her eyes locked on Jim's mistress cooking inside of the kitchen. Jim immediately leaped to his feet and seized Lutie from striking the woman. Bub had never seen his mother in such a craze. Lutie had always been his support and rock offering Bub…

The movie Regarding Henry demonstrates the character Henry Turner’s transition from his Id to superego. In the movie Henry is a corporate lawyer whose life is changed forever by just one gunshot to the head. Henry starts off as a bitter, unloving husband. He is constantly working and never takes time to be with his family. Henry comes off as very selfish and this is where his Id is dominant. However, when Henry is shot in the head it requires him to restart his life basically. He is forced to…

Or he might have a lot to work on.” Karl gave him a wink. “Though my impression of him so far is he's lazy.” Michael picked up a bowl of potato chips from the table as he joined them and offered it to the two men. “I took the chance to excuse myself from that little group when Arnold said he was going back to the office. How was the barbecue?” Karl chuckled. “You left poor Stephen with the women.” “Ah, he'll love…

"Ouch!" Josephine had cut herself, making a sandwich, once again. Sticking her cut finger under running water she called out to her husband, "Earle, can you please get me one of those wonderful bandages you make. "This is the last one and we don't even have anymore gauze or cotton, so you better not get hurt again until I can get my hands on some more," I said handing her a piece of cotton on some adhesive tape and gauze. "I'll try to get some from work today, if James isn't breathing down my…

The server arrived at our table within 2 minutes. Hello, Ma'am how are you today? Can I get you'll start with something to drink? We ordered water, for the time being, we had been talking at had not even looked at the menus. She replied that her name was Rachel and that she would be our server. Rachel returned with our waters and we placed our order with Rachel. Rachel wrote down our orders but did not repeat the orders back to us to confirm the orders. Rachel did not ask would be like to add…

Joe pulls a dish towel out of the drawer and handed it to me with a hint of a smirk, after I had opened and shut every other drawer in his family’s kitchen in search of just such a dry towel. I spread it out as a drip-catcher for a few measuring cups and stirring spoons, then took a sponge to some more dish. After a quick glance to Joe, then back at the strainer I was scrubbing, I managed to talk to him about the lecture he had given the night before in the library of the Boston retreat house…

There was a soft knock on the door.‘Come’, he called.Mrs Fergus wheeled a trolley into the room. ‘G’d morn there, Mr Malkovich.’ She said. ‘The kedgeree is piping hot and I’ve buttered the toast for ye’.’ She lifted the plates and dishes onto the table by the sash windows.‘You’re an absolute wonder Mrs Fergus.’ Malkovich folded and threw the newspaper onto the floor. ‘Where’s Wilson?’Dr. James Wilson looked round from behind the door before he entered the room. A young lady timidly followed him,…