Sipping Whiskey and Ignoring The King James Version of The Bible
A Shabby Motel's Testament to Holy Pages to Human Hypocrisy
My shabby motel room's Gideon sits, gathering dust on its unopened spine. Yellowed by years of neglect, putrid from bearing witness to man's depravity to others, especially by its sacred truth-bearers. My stomach turns contemplating the hypocrisy perpetrated upon humanity by those perverting its stories for their own glory.
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Paul Mansfield
Whiskey-bent and hell bound on self-destruction, Paul has managed to navigate the white waters of life for over sixty years. After leaving his high-tech career in the rear view, Paul is now tearing through the stories in his mind.
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The Job
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Ancient Martian Proverb Bannock groaned and shivered, shifting his weight on the cold metal floor they'd left him on. While groggy, he had enough sense to pull his knees to his chest and grab his ratty suit jacket tight for warmth and comfort. It felt oddly sloppy, without the bulge of his blaster pulling it tight across his chest. Bannock wished for the cold steel of his rod to be caressing his hand right now. Then he might not feel the chill so profoundly. But even a raging fire would not defeat the cold. He always felt the deep chill of space ever since his first-time off-world.
By Paul Mansfield2 years ago in Fiction
How to Stop Instagram from Scrolling to the Top on Android
If you're an active Instagram user, you know the frustrating moment when you're scrolling through your feed and accidentally tap the top of your Android device's screen, only to be whisked away to the latest posts ✨. It's a tale as old as time for many - and can be quite a nuisance, particularly when you're deep into your friend's 273-week-old vacation album or the latest meme trend. But all is not lost! There are ways to curb this pesky feature and regain control over your scrolling destiny.
By Tech Focus Pro6 days ago in Critique
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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It’s good to see you writing, Paul. The disdain in this is palpable.