Remington Write
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Writing because I can't NOT write.
Stories (41/0)
Sure, The Owl Gets All the Attention
The bird has its own Wikipedia page and crowds of adoring fans who traipse from one end of Central Park to the other in hopes of seeing their hero. Flaco, the newest sensation, in a city that regurgitates sensationalism like the owl does rats’ bones and tails. A Eurasian eagle-owl with a wingspan that tops five feet.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Earth
Am I a Serial Dove Killer?
After the first hawk showed up last winter on the fire escape and scared the bejesus out of my happy little flock of mourning doves I wondered — and friends suggested — that I was essentially creating a trap by putting seed out on the fire escape.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Earth
Close the Windows, Asha
Asha loved storms almost as much as her Nanna hated them. No one on the planet loved anything to match the fervent fear and hatred that Nanna had for storms. Asha’s mother explained that it was because of the typhoon that swept Nanna’s home and family away when she was a girl in the Philipines.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Fiction
Nothing Good Ever Lasts
It was dusk and one by one the boys arrived. Each one looked around before clambering up the old iron column to their private garden. Izzy had been the first one to climb up here onto the old high-line railbed. For three precious weeks, it had been all his. Here he was above the madness and the noise and the filth.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Fiction
I'm Not Trying to Convince You
Let’s start with some basic semantics before wading into the fray. I’m not an atheist or a non-believer. I believe in many things including an often innate propensity for human compassion and the persuasive power of freshly baked cookies. The term atheist is kind of ridiculous as it means believing that something that can’t be seen or touched or heard doesn’t exist (wait, what?).
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Humans
Show Me a Jaywalker
The way I behave out in traffic I'm going to give my partner a heart attack one of these days. When it’s my damned light, I’m walking. You in the black Escalade with tinted windows? You are going nowhere, bubby, you sit tight and wait. There’s no right on red in this city, btw, so chill.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Humans
The Fire Next Door
For someone born just past the middle bit of the last century, I find myself managing this 21st-century work world with a certain amount of confidence that’s mostly bravado (just between us). So after a short lull while one of the bosses was traveling I wasn’t completely surprised by the sudden flurry of emails that hit my account late this afternoon. I may not have been ready, but I wasn’t surprised.
By Remington Writeabout a year ago in Psyche