The first installment of a series of short stories that blend satire, drama, politics, moral issues, religion, science and sex to explore and highlight the queerness and fantasy of life.
In pursuit of rebuilding Embridge, once a great and prosperous town, a war of morals and politics is brewing among private sectors and vigilantes. Its future and the opportunity to dictate it is the precious prize worth fighting for.
The parties involved work behind normalcy yet are easily targeted by comparable opponents. They all will be provoked and forced into action while enduring major revelations.
Defenses will escalate high.
Extraordinary ammunition awaits.
The innocent must choose to play or submit.
Let's find out who wins!
The species was capable of extraordinary achievement.
They expressed their understanding of self effectively and willingly.
Yet, these two facts enticed the worst of their character.
The last of Earth’s reality is now entombed behind safety glass.
The horrors needed to be contained, locked away and studied for future avoidance.
I can’t bare observation anymore . . .
You want to hear a fairytale? Okay. How about a legend? I have one in mind, the greatest of them all, and a story about how our generation came to be. It’s called Poor Warrior.
Casimir Viccinous III of Allourienne, a mighty village where Prairie West is now, was the only one that made it back home, to his surprise, completely abandoned. Thankfully, there were no signs of death, no wreckage to the architecture, just barren.
The year was 2018 and I was nine years old in the fourth grade at Smith Lane Elementary. It was a fun day at school because it was my classmate Donald’s birthday. Our teacher Mrs. Cash loved throwing surprise parties for her students with their help. Somehow she managed an authentic surprise for all of us, even though we knew it was going to happen and, looking back, they were simply done. Her plan for Donald was to wait until he went to the bathroom and set-up everything we had on standby. For homework she had us create foldable birthday card-like posters so we could have something to easily pull out and put on easels. Mrs. Cash also gave us noisemakers and lines of streamers to tie around our desks while she hung more on the different chalk and bulletin boards.