Andrew C McDonald
Bio
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Stories (308/0)
I Must Have Her. Content Warning.
A female friend of mine wrote a poem .. I Must Have Him. She asked about me doing something similar from the male perspective. Wanton is the product of that union of minds and melding of literary bodies. It is VERY explicitly sexual in nature so.. you are forewarned.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Shuttle Ride To Nowhere. Top Story - June 2023.
Putting all his strength into it, Javier pedaled faster as the cold November wind blew in his face. Plastic cards clipped to the spokes made a constant rat-a-tat-tat. Around the corner was his destination. Braking to a stop, Javier hopped off his ratty old bike - a single speed, once red and black now faded to a mottled pinkish and grey, that had once belonged to his cousin Mark – and leaned it against the wall. Placing hands against the plate-glass he pressed his nose to the cold surface and drank in the sight. In the window, illuminated, shining like a beacon to safe haven in the soft glow of the strung lantern above …, the fancy lettered sign saying “MOST OF THE BEST, SOME OF THE REST” there it was. Shining silver with blue retractable wings; three actual rubber wheels on metal legs that folded up into compartments; red cylinder at the front with the yellow and orange ASTROMAN logo; tail fin rising majestically from the back complete with movable flaps and Jupiter Force Team insignia; three conical ports jutted out the back. A battery powered engine blew warm air out the ports so it would roll on a smooth surface. An Astroman Supersonic Space Shuttle. So close, so awesome, so … Cool! If only he had the money. If only Dad hadn’t got laid off last year. If only… Sighing, the warmth of Javier’s breath misted the cold glass. Absently a finger doodled in the damp cloudiness thus created.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
MERGETROID MINING CORP. ULC
The below tongue-in-cheek fact sheet is part of an ongoing serial comedy story about Dick Dodgers Space Faring Paranormal Investigator (1st Class... so he claims). Dick Dodgers is a campy sci-fi space romp wherein the intrepid investigator is working on the Case of the Orgasmic Organism. For a look at the actual story, check...
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Humor
Suffering From Smith-Itis
For 30 years, and still to date, I have been a 911 police, fire, and medical dispatcher. Now, one expects of course, to immediately hear a bunch of either hilarious or chilling anecdotes following that statement. That is not what this post is about. This post is about a poor tormented soul from my city and his recent, lamented, passing. For privacy and personal protection, I will refer to this man as WP.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Humans
Manly(ish)
Hand off your hat, Grab a beer, and Settle in. We’re off for a bumpy ride. It’s the MAN TRAIN. It may go off the rails. First off, let me note that, even without the obvious feathered embellishments and scarring ... I look absolutely nothing like the picture above. Well, I do have arms, legs, head, eyes.. and all the requisite anatomical parts that define the basic biological make up of the human male. All of which still function properly. 👍 That is almost where it ends. I am 60, a bit overweight, 5’6” tall, and no person’s definition of a … “hunk.” My beloved wife & soulmate, however, just said to me, “To me, you are my hunk.”
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Men
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