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.
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.
**First published in The Spectre Review Literary Magazine-Oct. 2021** I know the real reason the Falcon Cam got taken down, and it has nothing to do with the cat, like everybody thinks. Most of us here at the Department of Conservation and Recreation contend the initial livestream was a sound idea. People from all over the globe were checking in regularly on the peregrine falcons that nested near the Visitors Center here on the Quabbin Reservoir. The DCR could use a bit of good press, our Division of Water Supply Protection does not get many opportunities to shine. It has been an uphill battle since the inception of the Windsor Dam and subsequent reservoir 80 years ago. A godsend for Boston: finally, a reliable and potable water source. Only snag was- they had to flood the Swift River Valley and the entire populations of Dana, Enfield, Greenwich, and Prescott. Just 2,700 living inhabitants, but more than 10,000 when you count the bodies that were exhumed. Turns out, they didn't get all of them. To be fair, those limbs the falcons were carrying were never under the soil.
It was springtime but you would not 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 warehouses across the river in Williamsburg. The CollegeHumor machine was a hay-day operation at that time. There are too many possibilities alive within the venture, and another came rushing up to me.
The Occurrence On Christmas Eve
So, there we are, at the in-laws, holiday attire on, ready to greet baby Jesus. I’m drinking all the Goldschlager, frankincense and merlot; the edibles were downed hours ago. Lethargy from the Christmas Eve gormandizing has me glued to the warmth of the hearth, but I know what I saw. I saw the dog disappear.
Shell Lake, Wisconsin: What's in a Name?
Place names are often what we claim to be an obvious demarcation of an area. Usually descriptive toward a physical attribute, they can also tip the hat toward the unseen. Some names are honest, some are hopeful, many are ironic but those are fun too. Luck, Wisconsin, for instance or Nimrod, Minnesota, come to mind. Ware, Massachusetts (named after a fish trap- at one point was called the Manour of Peace), is a stone's throw from where I live in Belchertown, Massachusetts (named after a dude). This place used to be called Cold Springs; sounds nice, but tuns out that was just a lazification of Cowles Springs (another dude). Grasse Hill was in the running way back, I digress.
Book Reviews - The Story of Shell Lake
The Story of Shell Lake A. L. Stouffer 1961 History Best Book Ever? While this may not be the most stunning of titles, folks familiar with my hometown will adore this collection of historical highlights about Shell Lake, Wisconsin. Not only will you find a slew of pictures from the 1880s-1960s, but you will also learn a few hard-to-envision facts. For example, upon incorporation, there were ZERO fish in Shell Lake. This is just one of the tidbits you will walk away with and get details to back it up.
Forrest Fenn's Real Treasure
I Am Thankful for Forrest Fenn and His Treasure For the uninitiated, in 2010 Forrest Fenn hid an actual treasure somewhere in the actual Rocky Mountains and left the only clues to its location in an actual poem. It is the modern-day fairy tale we're all looking for, and the man who made it happen is no longer here. The hunt, and the man, came with a certain amount of intrigue. Forrest was an early, vociferous, and widely respected dealer in art and artifacts of the American Southwest. His name has been mentioned and cleared of scandal, but the fact remains he unearthed ancient dwellings on his property. Forrest lived long enough to see his treasure found and was in awe at the sheer spectacle the treasure hunt became. He left us with more than a box of knickknacks. Forrest instilled the notion that treasure truly can be found.