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Just a human being doing human being things.

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Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable · Modern Fantasy
House and Housemates

Two housemates occupied a house. It was not a big house, nor a particularly fancy house; but it was the only house they could afford, so they called it home. As is the way of these tales the two housemates were diametrically opposite. Where one was very neat and tidy the other was slovenly. One…

Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable
Broken

They were born into a broken world; screaming and crying with confusion, grasping for a meaning, a purpose, a reason, searching for something a broken world couldn't offer. When they found nothing they screamed all the louder. Soon, one voice rose above the cacophony, screaming louder and longer than the rest. The voice's confusion turned…

Blog · Essay · Nonfiction · Political
So You Think You're Oppressed

Being oppressed sucks, hardcore. You are taken advantage of, dehumanized, and very often spend your days fearing for your life. Being oppressed means you've had your basic rights as a human put in jeopardy. No one wants to be oppressed. But everyone wants to claim they're oppressed. Counter-intuitive right? Sadly not at all. Our society…

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Fantasy · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Heavy Handed Parable · Modern Fantasy
The Cuckoo

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!" The Cuckoo cried. His bright orange plumage flowed behind him, catching the sunlight just so. The people flocked to him, tripping over themselves to give him their riches. He'd grow fat on the wealth of faraway lands and promised to show the people his ways. Soon the riches of the people dwindled. Angry,…

Flash Fiction · Nonfiction
Night Dreams

We amble into the place just after 2:16 in the morning, like we always did, like we always had.  The florescent lights beam down on us, and a freshly mopped floor waits for us to trample dirt into the pale white linoleum.  Past the linoleum a puce carpet holds a crowded cluster of faux wooden…

Fantasy · Fiction · Short Story
The Darkness and The Light

I finally found her nailed to an oak.  It always amazes me what lengths humans will go through to torture one another.  Her blood and tears mixed together as they ran down her bare body, forming and reforming little rivulets, inlets and streams.  Near where the cold iron spikes drove themselves through her ankles and…

Essay · Fiction · Modern Fantasy
Quandry

One morning I woke up and needed eggs, not wanted eggs, or even had to have eggs, needed them.  It was as if eating eggs had suddenly become an integral part of my life; I needed to breath, drink water, sleep, and eat eggs.  I’d call it an addiction, but I’ve never been addicted to…