“I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”
― Chaim Potok, The Chosen

There is news, that motor racing is to bring in toilet breaks.
Yes that is true, motorbikers, rally drivers, and motor car racers will not be able to do the toilet in the car, or on the motorbike.
The motor sports companies feel motor racing should be realistic, reflecting the driving conditions ordinary people have to do. And we can’t do the toilet in the car, when we are on a long drive. People would complain. After all, imagine driving one handed, what a mess.

Michael Jackson was sitting at his desk in his office. He's a famous private
investigator. The Bobbies and Scotland Yard have used his services in the
past for many cases around London and the high street. His partner Basil
Masters is reknowned in his own right but he's best friends with Michael
and together they have solved some difficult and horrific cases.

Derek and Douglas were very adventurous in their youth. They had decided it would be a good idea to visit the legendary haunted house within their own neighborhood. Unbeknownst to them, the previous owners of the house had practiced black magic and dark arts. By practicing such things, it marked the house as a nexus straight to Hell that allowed demons to pass freely to the living world.

He always added an extra scoop of the dark coffee grounds to the pot he was making in the morning. It was something she hated, but he never understood why, since she always added so much sugar that it tasted like hot Kool-Aide instead of the wake-me-up comfort that he found in it. He used to buy it from a can, but had found that buying the beans and grinding them up, made for a better cup. The aroma that was given off when the hot water started seeping into the filter always reminded him of his father.

The engine turns idly as I wait in the car. My gaze fixated on the hotel. When Joe suggested we visit the Yorkshire’s national park to celebrate our third anniversary, I hadn’t given it much thought. Why would I when the idea of a romantic weekend away left me all excited. Recently our relationship has become stagnant, and I had begun to believe Joe was looking for a way out. I had been dreading the moment, he would tell me it was over. A moment which never happened.

Frankly, forests always frightened me, as a child. The falling leaves that whispered like footsteps on the floor would serve only to unnerve and fill my soul with foreboding.

Travelling there at night - no light - I once found myself, and though I could not tell you just what I thought I was doing there, I can tell you that it wasn't the lack of sight that gave me such fright....

...but the constant sensation that something just wasn't quite right.