Satire
A Time of Great Anger. Top Story - September 2023.
The day dawned a bit earlier than usual across the ruins of the old family farm, which was just fine and dandy for the Great Horned owl who made its nest in the barn’s loft. That wise old owl knew just about everything there was to know about that ramshackle mess of a farm, for he was there at its rise, its corruption, and its eventual downfall. He’d lived through all of it. ‘Twas a grand downfall, too--one that most who had lived there never saw coming, except for the observant few who paid close attention to the signs.
By Jackie Barrows3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home, Craig. Content Warning.
“Caledonia you’re calling me and now I’m coming home” – Caledonia by Dougie Maclean I had just boarded the last stage of my long trek home from New York to Glasgow at London Heathrow. Another hour or so and I would be on home turf again for the first time in a decade. Was I looking forward to it? In some ways, yes. Glasgow has always been my first love. It is where I grew up, got my education, where I met the love of my life before screwing it up beyond repair. There’s a line in the song Caledonia by Dougie Maclean “I have moved, and I’ve kept on moving, proved the points I needed proving.” That, at least in part, explains why I moved, despite loving Glasgow so much.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Ringer
The Ringer… She really was one, y’know? The meaning of that word has changed a lot, but nothing else has. Just glad that I can talk to you about this and that you wanna know what the big deal was all about. I’m just glad that someone is going to remember one of my best friends.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Reign of Fire
"I can smell the fire coming," Captain Jake said, even before the alarms went off at the station. A minute later, the alarms blared. He was a seasoned fireman with years of experience and always knew when a fire was coming. Jake was a real hero, not like the fake comic book hero’s you see in the movies or television. Jake actually saves lives for a living.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Graveyard Walk
Last night I was walking to my old home and decided to take a short cut past the cemetery. Three girls walked up to me and said that they were really scared to walk past the cemetery at night because they were afraid of ghosts, so I agreed to let them walk with me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Lunchtime: Bread & Meat
[ An excerpt from a novel that's been in-progess for a while] On my lunch break from teaching. Strolling along industrial avenues, smelling, though never glimpsing, the (not so great) Salt Lake. Occasional gusts of wind blow dust from high-mountain desserts or smoke from a wildfire somewhere into the valley, which mixes with vehicular emissions to form the haze that those who live in the valley are asthmatically accustomed to. Nothing but fast food outlets, car dealerships, pawn shops, as parking lots —lots of parking lots— as far as the eye can see (through the haze anyway).
By Halston Williams3 years ago in Fiction
