Gods, Whores, and Cannibals_The Magic Tea_Daydream Believer_Pie and Politics
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Gods, Whores, and Cannibals
The gods of Hollywood are often cunning and occasionally clever, but they are rarely wise. And the gods will love as long as you make them money. Geneva Sancere and Cable Stetson had been in the gods’ favor for almost a decade. Cable could play a hardened cowboy, a suave spy, or a powerful businessman with equal ease. Geneva Sancere was equally adept, and God had favored her with some sort of geometric magic that gave her the shape of the most alluring woman in the world without being overtly sexy. Both screen stars commanded $50 million paydays for each film, which the gods readily paid. The...
The Magic Tea
Whistle, whistle! I see the angry column of air spiraling down towards the ground.Whoosh, Whoosh! The wind blows into my ears, ready to swallow me whole.Crack! A piece of wood from the roof of the old red barn breaks off, and I see it fly through the air 20 feet above the ground, before disappearing into the column of twisting, thrashing air.“Ahhhhh!” I scream, but the sound is almost completely drowned out by the roaring of the wind. The clouds above are darker and more ominous than I’ve ever seen, barely letting any light through. Rain pours down on me, soaking my clothes and hair. It feels ...
Daydream Believer
My name is Amanda Jennings. I’m 32 years old and have lived my life as a maladaptive daydreamer, meaning that I spend more than half of my waking life daydreaming. My parents died in a car crash when I was 16 months old, so my grandmother raised me. When Nana took over parenting me, she was a diminished grief-stricken woman who never recovered from the loss of her husband, my grandfather, in the Viet Nam war. When her only child, my mom, passed away 15 years later, she probably wouldn’t have been able to function if it hadn’t been for her responsibility to me. We’ve had a quiet life together ...
Pie and Politics
Mom tried to lay down ground rules at Christmas this year because respect couldn’t be counted upon to intervene.“Come in, come in.” Dad pecked cheeks and swung kids to the foyer ceiling while Mom and Grandma wrestled with the turkey in the kitchen. “I’ll take your coat. You’re so tall! What grade are you in now?”The kids barreled into the living room to inspect the name tags dangling on carefully wrapped boxes guarded by the twinkling tree. My aunwww.onedoor.ccts and uncles piled in after them, leaving Dad staggering under a mountainous armful of winter wear. He peered around to see if anyone was watching, ...