Simon Phinchess knew he was going to die. How he could afford to be so picky was starting to bother him. He’d seen three houses in the last two days. Eight in the week just past. Every trip lowered his chances of survival before he closed — before he’d even…

Old rat that he was, Shumpender was bored of the blood of rabbits and sick men. He wished to taste a mermaid. Wished to the Almighty, praying daily at dawn that He may hear through the roar of the rings of fire round Him and be roused in His lake…

Owen, the ghost of row house, watched the last of the demolition across the street. Another house had stood there. A house now gone. Sad to see its walls a heap of rubble, Owen felt he looked foolish standing, pining in the window. No reason for it. No one in…

Whipoorwhills were whistling along the Pea Ridge hills. Bib Tarkey walked his mule a ways, stopped, and walked her a ways more. A half moon lit the forest road through hickory and chestnut trees. Still full of leaves in the rare Autumn warmth, they stole most of the light. The…

The internet hates racists. The internet also hates bullies, even while bullies make comment sections swing. The internet most hates being fooled. It may laugh if the right meme can be found for its ego to emulate but not when money is involved. The memes are not laughing then. Make…

But Granny Will Because Granny Believes — Malcolm Gladwell’s podcast, Revisionist History, wants us to rethink a lot of what we believe and it’s pretty good at presenting it’s cases. I’m not sure how much, though, it wants us to rethink those cases. The third episode of season one deals with people acting irrationally, purposefully harming their…

By John Barron Chapter Six — Die Hard Donald (excerpt) Donald J. Trump, 45th President of the United States, ran down a hallway of his Pennsylvania Ave hotel. He rounded a corner and crouched. The hotel — which had two grand openings in the fall of 2016, the most a downtown DC hotel ever had, ever —…

MEMO From: Director of Programming To: Director of Marketing Re: Donald’s pet project Jared, now that the “Big Beautiful Very Nice Trump Media Corp” is almost ready to hit the ground, we need to lock down programming. How fast could you sell this? A lot of furor expected so it…

Hillary looked out her prison window. Three crows in the grass picked at a small carcass. It seemed to have little else than bones. November can be cruel to some. She sat wondering if the little body had come on its own or if the scavengers had found it and…