*this is a piece of speculation political fiction with just a hint of satire written in the form of a Wikipedia article form the future. The purpose is imagine what all this craziness from the white house might be building to while envision how peace might come out of chaos and tragedy. We should not … Continue reading The Unending March [An Alternative History of Trumpism]
Short Stories Under 2,000 words
#TBT I Say Falling
In between seconds, as the river rushed closer, illogically slow, the accountant counted. He counted his heartbeats, he counted the number of nights spent on the couch where he avoided the wife he no longer loved and, remembering his mother, he counted the hairs on her head after the chemo: one. He counted like he … Continue reading #TBT I Say Falling
Call For Help With Next Article On D.C. Affordable Housing
I'm looking to build on the issues touched on my post last week. I'm hoping to start a project that will consists of interviews about housing in D.C. As it stands now the project will have three parts. The first part is interviewing people active in some area of housing, race, culture or history … Continue reading Call For Help With Next Article On D.C. Affordable Housing
It’s Almost Time To Talk About Capitalism
I've written a lot about gender and dating in past couple months. I hope you have enjoyed reading it, I know that I have enjoyed writing it. In the past couple of weeks however, in between online dating and reading about how to be an ally, my insistently churning mind has turned to yet another … Continue reading It’s Almost Time To Talk About Capitalism
[**Disclaimer: This account, like all the previous and future posts about my romantic life, are to be considered all almost entirely fictional unless clearly stated otherwise. Any resemblances to real life women who have been unfortunate enough to go on date with me are a result of the statistically common reactions to my many idiosyncrasies**] … Continue reading Dating Darcy
77. With a zoomph
This is a really interest flash fiction piece by another writer I read today. The rest of his story is also really good. I suggest you take a lot at it.
With a zoomph the canister landed in the invoice box. That was curious. The pneumatic post office had for decades been the most used communication tool but nowadays was rendered obsolete by more modern means. In fact, Griffin – the postmaster general – would probably have been made redundant long ago had anyone known he still existed.
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Dear Lola, I found Saul. We’re in Philadelphia and you’re an idiot. He said that he has been calling you and you never pick up your phone. He has traveled half way across the country looking for you. I don’t understand why you asked me to find him. If his messages sounded so distressing … Continue reading Dear Lola
Dear Saul, I hope this gets to you. I spent my last couple dollars of this months pay check to over-night it because I know you don’t stay in one place for very long. Me and Haley are doing okay. We are where in Cleveland, we arrived two weeks ago. We’re staying at a … Continue reading Chapter 20
The 12th street blues In the morning we’ll be so hungry That we’ll eat these words But tonight we’re going to sing In the morning we’ll forget the music But tonight is the night we dance Tomorrow they will forget us But tonight our art will live For we are vagabond poets We … Continue reading Chapter 19
I met him sitting in the Honolulu airport yesterday. He was noticeably overdressed for the weather making him look quite odd wearing a suit jacket in 90* weather. Though other than that he seemed to be a normal mainland American. I politely asked if I could sit next to him, seeing as how it was … Continue reading 18