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Ash Called Oscar, Lina, Beba Maria
There was no reconciling with the summer sun after noon.There was no appeasing it, no cooperating, not a single delegation that could make that star calm down. It was a relentless force. It wanted to burn the citizens of the town up alive, wanted to melt the flesh from their bones and incinerate the bones till they were nothing but ash.Ash called Oscar.Ash called Lina.Ash called Beba Maria. The sun wanted to kill them all, and it wasn’t the only thing threatening to destroy them. There was the rumbling hunger that threatened to drown them every night. There were the leering eyes of those more...
What will happen when the shit hits the fan?
What will happen to us as a society when shit hits the fan? Are we prepared for a cataclysmic natural disaster or nuclear war? Is anyone really? What happens to us as priveleged Americans respectively, when this moment of upheaval and shock rocks what we have only ever known? The history of every dominant civilization is that it will statistically fall, either by the overturn of fellow man or the cycles of the earth. Regardless, our turn is inevitable. Will we devolve or evolve? Are they mutually exclusive? What will happen to us as a society when shit hits the fan? The long and frustrating pr...
Tainted Chocolate
“I’m calling the police,” Harry’s mum said on the afternoon he’d accepted chocolate from Homeless Jeff. Even for Harry’s mother, it seemed overzealous. Harry had never even heard of mums calling the police on their kids. What was the big deal about a couple of pieces of chocolate? It’s not like he’d stolen them. “Let’s not overreact,” said Harry’s dad, assuming his role of crisis de-escalator, mediator, fence-sitter. “Overreact?” Harry’s mum replied, incensed. “He’s a f–,” she hushed her voice to a volume, Harry supposed, he wasn’t intended to hear. “He’s a predator, James.” “Oh, come on, Glor...
Forty, Love
Three games in and both teams were sweating bullets. The Magicians’ Association of Tennis, the MAT, wrote the rules, but frankly, college tournaments didn’t teach players professionalism. With all the chaotic volleys and explosive shots, it seemed as if anything went in amateur matches. Not so for the United States’ Mage Nationals. The USM Open was nothing like those matches back in school. Gerald Hayes learned the hard way.He wished he knew before reaching the semifinals.Since his university days, Gerald could hawww.onedoor.ccrdly believe magic tennis still existed. Hundreds of thousands went down the drai...