Romanticism, Realism, Modernism, Post-Modernism… where on Earth are we? We are on Earth, and it is a very strange place. Read about movement and momentum building among the arts.
Iota, Louisiana is somewhere out in the swamps between New Orleans and Houston. It is a speck, unknown, and by custom, creole, cajon, cajoling, bizarre, it is not generally known by outsiders. This is where Andrew went to escape February and high school.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#23/30) : Iota Read More »
The student revolutionary hung her head. Now that MTV had opened a house for The Real World in her favorite Marxist neighborhood, the process of gentrification seemed complete. It was exotic, really, to most of the world, this feeling she felt, but it isn’t giving fair credit to say that she felt it naively.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#22/30) : Under the Blue Line Read More »
Earnest, a cryogenically frozen astronaut, was excited to be the first human being recruted to study the experience of sex on Mars. While extensive experiments had been performed on scientists in Earth orbit and on the moon, NASA had to be thorough in anything and everything, and the gravitation field of Mars (and the affect of trace amount of atmospheric iron oxide suit permeation) was an unknown quantity.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#21/30) : Martian Sexcapade Read More »
Vladimir Nabokov woke up one morning and found himself in a big bedroom without any ornamentation except for a large bed of fused wrought iron and a single framed painting on the wall. He climbed out of bed and stepped barefoot, nightgown swooshing around his legs, up to the painting.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#20/30) : Vladimir Nabokov Read More »
Sitting on the lawn. Gentle branches overhead. Gentle leaves. (How can leave be gentle.) (They’re the ones with the smooth edging, no sawtooth fronds, so that in the chance that they are clipped off in a rough wind, there is virtually no chance of them cutting up against your skin.)… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#19/30) : None Too Gentle Read More »
Daphne dances.
She doesn’t like it, strictly.
There’s something wrong with this DJ.
She can’t put her finger on the problem, exactly. He seems to have the genres set appropriately and in balance. He’s nice in that he weaves in the artsy stuff without clearing the dance floor.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#18/30) : Something Isn't Right Here Read More »
He’s terrified of waves, which is a real shame because they’ve been in the news a lot lately… in recent years, that is. In 2004 the day after Christmas is spoiled when a tsunami hits southeast Asia, and while he doesn’t know anyone from that part of the world, he shakes in the shadows of his bedtime bedroom imagining an explosion of water that shears through tree trunks and scatters humans like kindling.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#17/30) : Waves and Shadows Read More »
Integrity wounds. It is the thing that prompts us to take high stake gambles. Therefore, those who risk much must have integrity. Observation tells us that this is not so. There are many for whom the nudge of hunger is fully sufficient.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#16/30) : Throttle Read More »
1. Buy a DVD
2. Scan the beach with metal detector until you have obtained multiple pieces of colored glass.
3. Devise a cypher.
4. Start a social networking meme.
5. Read the Bible.
6. Make a JPop and Electroclash compilation.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#15/30) : Easter Egg Read More »
With a quick tick of his head, Franklin Pierce blew the hair from his face. His boyish face was lit up with malevolent delight. “Avada Kedavra!” he screamed, followed by a burst of green light from the sugar maple wand.
Winfield Scott howled and fell on his face, instantly dead.… Read the rest
30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#14/30) : Aborted Harry Potter Fan Fiction #1 Read More »