Born of Water_The Secret Lives of the Beach_Paper and Blood_Hold The Line
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Born of Water
Born of Water I remembered the day the merfolk surfaced. I remembered what I was doing, what I was wearing and what I had been eating in that stuffy little diner absently watching the local college football game on TV. I wasn’t a local, I was just passing through, eighteen years old, fresh out of high school and driving across the country thinking that maybe along the way I could find myself. I was watching the game for lack of anything better to stare at, absently picking at my onion rings and I remember thinking that they were a bit too greasy when the news bulletin cut off the game. The loc...
The Secret Lives of the Beach
Storytellers make their living by creating the extraordinary out of the mundanity and drudgery of the daily routine. I like to eavesdrop on conversations at the beach; what other place exists that a desk-dweller can instantly escape their city life? I don't like the weekends. The beach is filled with families trumpeting their freedom; or arguing over who left the shoes too close to the waves. These day-trippers jostle for position to increase their risk of skin cancer. This transient audience doesn't tickle my creative fancy, they are already transformed simply by their being there. But during...
Paper and Blood
Her favorite kind were paper. The kind that wrapped around the ears.In Asian countries, mask wearing had been normalized years ago. Swine flu, or one of these other variants, had prompted widespread usage.Masking weaved its way into the culture. Invaded fashion and legislation. It was an unambiguous way to show solidarity. “I’m sick, but I’m watching out for YOU.” Altruism and popular acceptance in one product.In addition, the mask had inadvertently become a boon for the introverted. The isolationist. The private.The relationship between criminality and mask wearing, historical bedfellows, suf...
Hold The Line
The following is a fictional war story. While there are no detailed descriptions of gore, death is mentioned in both earnest and lite within the text as wwww.onedoor.ccell as combat. Reader discretion is advised.“Captain, are we going to die?” Lieutenant Smith asked as he surveyed the horizon. “Of course we are Lieutenant.” I inhaled the last of my cigarette, “Every mortal man gets called by Saint Peter sooner or later. It’s the way of the world.” “I meant today, sir.” Lieutenant Smith clarified. “Oh? Yeah. Likely.” I tossed the cigarette aside and stood. In front of me was a small town with three hundred s...