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Fiction: Bully
“Hey, Donald!”The boy stomped his foot. “My name’s Peter!”“You look like Donald Duck!” The other boy howled with laughter. The boy sitting next to him chimed in with his own devious cackle.It was a daily ritual for Peter, running the gauntlet past Kevin. All he wanted to do was sit down in a seat and…
Fiction: Trees and Mushrooms
The two-lane ribbon of highway ran the length of the coast. On one side, the land rose up abruptly as the foothills of the coastal range. On the other, the earth dropped away to end in precipitous bluffs on the edge of the North American continent. A hundred years before, massive redwoods trees had crowded…
Squirrel!
I need to remind myself that writing consistently doesn’t require the subject matter to be an existential threat or some dire social crisis. Sometimes, it can be about squirrels. Yes, squirrels. Those cute little buggers who eat pine cones and make cute little chittering noises when they’re angry. The fuzzy, fluffy-tailed braggarts who will, in…
I’m angry
I can’t tell you how angry I am. I’m angry, disappointed, disillusioned, and sad. I’m scared for our future and for the future my children will have to deal with. And I’m angry On November 5, 2024, America elected a convicted felon, a fascist, and a low-intelligence buffoon. I will never give Donald Trump the…
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