A battle of wills

Mental Health

Each silent warrior applied a straining ear to the quiet of the room, and struggled not to break it. One felt a drop of sweat threatening to drip,  but at the last moment managed to extend a single finger and catch it before it fell to the table. They stared into each others' eyes, daring the other to cough or scratch or stretch or even breathe. But both held strong, perfectly matched and determined to win.

The quiet contest raged silently on.

And then there's this currently-relevant re-run:

See a need, fill a need

When I said we needed to communicate, I didn't mean like this

Explaining my productivity

The overlapping section, it turns out, covers tasks such as the basic motions required for me to not die, such as breathing.

Ghastly rasping

Speaking of people breathing loudly, here's a Mental Health from back in the day. For best results, read aloud:

They hushed harsh whispers as they passed the ghastly rasping of their crashed-out uncle's flask-filled bunkbed.

Seize some other day

It seems fitting that this should be the re-run I use today.

Throwback...Saturday?

A Mental Health entry from the archives:

28 March 2010

The kidnappers had not been unkind, and even then, blindfolded and hogtied in the back of an unmarked white van, William Stonecutter couldn't help but excitedly say to himself, "I wonder where we're going?" In spite of the gentle pistol whipping, he suspected it might be a surprise party.

And here's a drawing from even longer ago (2007):