Jordan J Hall
I write Historical and Speculative Flash Fiction. Nature and society's underbelly are the focus of my work. My writing can be found at FoxHollowStories.com and The Spectre Review Literary Magazine. Check out jordanjhall.com for more.
It was springtime but you wouldn’t know it. Heat in the city had grown as had the sunlight, especially grand in our 17th floor Union Square office. Too bad I was stuck in the basement-like warehouses across the East River in Williamsburg. CollegeHumor was in its hay-day, there were too many possibilities alive within the venture, and another came rushing up to me.
Cannery Row - book review
Cannery Row John Steinbeck 1945 186 pages Cannery Row is a book that will make you feel warm all over. It does it a few ways. The first of which is ensuring you feel the brightness of the California summer. From the jump you feel as though you are being let in on a secret and secluded form of community. John Steinbeck is in full flourish as he gifts you the freedom of the pacific surf and delves into a few of the lives that call it home. There is a sunny optimism in these pages as the mishaps are unveiled. It pervades the prose and won’t allow you respite. Even when your inside one of more unsavory seaside abodes within the story there is a warmth about the words.
Big Red Creative Non-fiction about 2,200 words by Jordan J Hall The Beginning Big Red was estimated at 350 pounds when we got her. She sauntered her maroon body down the trailer’s ramp, wagging her hocks all the way. A white stripe around her front shoulders accentuated their bulk as she casually sniffed out her new surroundings. Big Red was a sow to be reckoned with, I’d seen her at the county fair earlier that summer and was certain she was the pig I needed. We bought her off Dan Thompson, who knew a thing or two about pigs. Dan had been dealing with animals for years, helped his kids raise grand champion beef a time or two and worked a day job doing butchery at the IGA. The man knew meat and what makes it good. Dan said Big Red was about as sturdy as they come. He was not wrong.
BOOK REVIEW - The Weird Disappearance of Jordan Hall
The Weird Disappearance of Jordan Hall By Judie Angell 1987 Middle Grade Fiction 121 pages When one is told about a book which has your name in the title, one is likely to take notice. I owe a debt of gratitude to my friend and former school librarian, Joane Greene for turning me onto this book. As a child I was an avid reader and wished many times to be in a book, but never really considered it possible. Then one day Mrs. Greene says she ordered a book with my name in the title; I did not believe her, but I was hooked and eagerly awaited its arrival. When it showed up, I had to wipe the egg off my face in order to read my name on the cover.
A Brief History of Washers
Enjoy this false history of a real game:) Beginning in 1863 the gentle contest of Washers lit its journey to existence. From inception as a tool of destruction in the Civil War, through its success at the 1904 World’s Fair, to the grassroots fervor of today, its path to the hearts of Americans has come in many defiant ways. Whether you learned first-hand from an uncle or played the game independent of your town rules, the institution of washers has enveloped millions of stalwarts through the years.
The Cribbage Tournament
Non-Fiction - 2,200 words The year was 1991 and we didn't know anything. But we knew we needed to try, so, we found things worth our effort. We were an audacious 12, or as audacious as 12-year-olds can be in rural Wisconsin. Something about audacity requires an audience to be fully realized. There was no one around to realize us, or who had time to dote on us, so we doted on ourselves. We taught ourselves all the games and then got good at our favorites. Jeff and I found cribbage to be of certain stimuli; the combination of math, strategy, and trash talk was too much to ignore. Could it be the perfect game? Well-paced for chatting, or with drinking-as I would later learn. But when I was 12, I was all about winning, and the pride that comes with besting your friends.
This old barn is not so different from the next; it holds many natural foes, but on this night, there are none. A temporary peace allows for a grand party. Following customs, each of the attendees brings a decorated box with their offering to the party.
I watched them all summer, I would do anything to learn their secret. The pair of brothers seemed never to tire, they practically jogged up the ladders. What I would consider hoisting was mere lifting to them. Packs of shingles were like boxes of crackers to these kids. It is my second summer with Mr. Colby, and I learned being a roofer comes with a great amount of stress. Not that other trades don't, just that roofing brings with it a contention with the elements, namely the sun. That ball of fire is really something else, wreaks havoc on your system. Not these two, they reveled in the light. I run 5 miles every morning and made varsity wrestling as a freshman, but these guys were on another level.