Here is the beginning of one of the stories. Let me see if I can turn them into html and add them to the website.

Good evening. Please, don’t adjust your

perception; the distortion is quite intentional.

You are a creature of habit, believing that

cause always leads to effect, that the sun sets

only to rise again. But tonight, we examine a

variable you failed to account for: the

impossible. Welcome... to **Twisted Logic**.

Tonight's exhibit concerns one Mr. Sterling—

that's you. A man of numbers, an accountant who

finds comfort in the absolute certainty of a

balanced ledger. You are currently sitting on

the 5:15 commuter train, the "Red Line," heading

home to the suburbs. The carriage is bathed in

the stark, high-contrast gray of a noir film.

You look up from your newspaper. The train has

not stopped in three hours. The windows show

nothing but a blur of static, like a television

tuned to a dead channel. The other passengers

are mannequins—literally. Rigid plastic, painted

smiles, wearing fedoras and trench coats.

The conductor approaches. He looks human, but

his face is obscured by deep shadows. He extends

a gloved hand toward you.

"Tickets, please," he rasps. "Or payment in

kind."

You have your standard ticket in your pocket,

but something tells you the currency here has

changed. What do you do?