Adam H. Johnson
Bio
The absurdity and wonder of the world fascinates me. This is why I am so drawn to both travel and humor, two passions of mine that I have indulged regularly. I am a civil servant by day, and an aspiring writer by night. Write on.
Stories (4/0)
Lucky Penny
Fifty years prior, give or take a week or two, when the town maintenance crew laid down the new sidewalk, there had been a movement sponsored by the local Rotary Club to plant 1,000 new trees in the community. This attempt at civic beautification was meant to serve dual purposes – revitalize the town after a period of economic and emotional downturn in the 1960’s due to a disproportionately high number of young local casualties of the foreign war in Vietnam, and allow the local Rotary Club to fulfil their nationally mandated service project for fiscal year 1971. With little to argue against, the town council passed the measure 7-0 and 1,000 oak saplings were introduced to bare patches of dirt all around the town, each sapling unaware of their ordained roles as saviors of the recovering township.
By Adam H. Johnson 3 years ago in Criminal
The Gambit
Sergei Yurinov stared at the magnetic chess board with an intensity that betrayed reality. He already knew exactly what move he was going to make, and the next two after that. But he wanted to make a bit of a show for his American counterpart, to throw him off. Brett Mitchell had bet the Russian the next day’s spacewalk duties that he would finally best him in a chess match. Sergei had beaten Brett nine straight times – in the past week – but Brett was both stubborn and overconfident in himself. He was convinced he had found a flaw in Sergei’s play.
By Adam H. Johnson 3 years ago in Futurism
The Pee-Pee Boy
If you stay in China long enough, you will undoubtedly develop a serious, and often debilitating, addiction. You will find that not only can you not start your mornings without a quick fix, but also cannot function for most of the day without it. Wandering aimlessly through dark alleyways like a dirty ragamuffin, you seek out the seedy dealers who sit with countless tins of their product, hawking multiple varieties and strengths, depending on your need. For me, it was the Oolong that satisfied my evil desire and stopped my withdrawal pains. For others, only straight green would do. Like so many others before and after, I had become a tea addict.
By Adam H. Johnson 3 years ago in Wander
