Mack Devlin
Bio
Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.
We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.
Stories (97/0)
History and Memory
Individual and collective memories of historic events are unreliable. Because memories are influenced by internal and external forces, the recollection of events can be rendered incomplete or incorrect by factors such as time, sentiment, circumstance, and even basic human ego.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in FYI
Truth Bomb
Knowledge fosters truth and truth feeds reason. The ultimate goal of philosophical analysis should then, therefore, be the development of reason through the revelation of truth. Truth, though, requires continual development, because although certain knowledge may seem like a universal truth, universal truth only comes with complete understanding of all things, all elements, and all the intricacies of existence. No one can claim to possess universal truth, because no one, as far as we know, is universally aware.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in FYI
The World That Came After
Wars are transformative events, but because of the nature of warfare prior to the twentieth century, their consequences were generally localized. The thirty-two years war, for instance, involved many combatants, but Eastern and Central Europe experienced the bulk of the consequences. World War II, on the other hand, was a massive global conflict, a war of such magnitude that the consequences carried worldwide significance and would vastly alter the course of human history.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in FYI
Lawrence
Abigail wrapped her thin fingers around the pull chain. One yank would open the storm cellar and give her a straight shot for the road. Once there, she could flag down a traveler and get the help her family needed, but her arm would not move. Whether it was from fear or fatigue, both were inconsequential. She had to pull the chain, had to find the place inside her where courage was born and make a break for civilization, for providence, for preservation.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Fiction
And God Love Us
Quiet as the grave, the playground was sanctuary, the silence broken only by the squeaking of the swings as they twisted and turned in the dew heavy breeze. Samara looked down at her freshly polished shoes, studying her reflection in the dark sheen. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, her brow stripped of the traditional headscarf worn by the women of her religion, her culture, her Islam. She held the thin piece of fabric, the thing that represented so much, in her hands, twisting it around her fingers, trying to come to terms with the decision she had made. She wondered what her father, dead five years, would think of her decision.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Fiction
Lullaby
The tender pangs of longing find her in the dark. Nights spent staring upward are quickly becoming a trend. The drugs are there if she needs them, but she finds it hard to let herself fall. Life's grind is no major hardship on her. Work sucks, but she knows that the benefits outweigh the stress and the expended time. Dragging her hand through her blonde hair, right down to the black roots, she sighs and turns to the left.
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Fiction