Michael R. Donohoe
Bio
New Mexico. I was an honors English major in college and have published fiction nonfiction, and poetry. Working on a dark fantasy novel about mother earth, animals, and consumans. I make art and live with too many cats.
Stories (3/0)
Children of the Sun
It's like this, she decides. When the sun is gone the mountains loom black, the rounded shoulders of giants. Birds twitter drowsy night songs among the slither-whisper of dense leaf-clusters in the trees. The cries of beasts sound in the distance as some, fierce and terrifying, become active to hunt the darkness. But the grunts, squeals, and whinnies are less frequent than during the day, punctuated with screams of life and death struggle.
By Michael R. Donohoe2 years ago in Humans
A Night's Work
The rideshare I work for is always encouraging drivers to mop up partiers late on Friday and Saturday nights. They pay better during those times for one. I made a hundred bucks in an hour late New Years Eve, 300 altogether. I have a theory that you're more likely to deal with a raging alcoholic late on a random weeknight where New Years turned out great. Everyone was cool and several female groups were sweet and silly and flirtatious.
By Michael R. Donohoe2 years ago in Wheel
