Day 1 The President announced yesterday that due to the mounting energy crisis, we would all have to start rationing electricity. I think the idea was that they would wean us off electricity, but something must have gone terribly wrong.
When Gaia was just a child, she and her siblings loved to dance around their father, chasing each other in wider and wider circles. She would throw stardust in her father’s face and giggle as he feigned anger, puffed up
“We need to find you a boyfriend.” It was the fall of 1986. Earlier that year, the space shuttle Challenger had disintegrated 73 seconds after launch, and Halley’s comet had reached its perihelion. I was 11 years old, going on
My piece, “Dark Highway,” which I posted here back in March as a part of the Indie Ink Writing Challenge, has made it to the big time! I’m a featured writer on Indie Ink today, so go over there and
You think you know me, but you really don’t. My name is Ed Yin. I was born right here, in Oklahoma City. I was raised by strict parents who expected a lot from me. I was one of the only
I’m playing around with the look of this blog, folks, so don’t be alarmed if the themes change around a few times in the next week or so. And feel free to let me know if you like or dislike
“Pardon me, miss?” “Yes?” “Your legs…” “What about my legs?” “Well, I was just thinking they must be tired.” “What do you mean?” “Because they’ve been running through my mind all night long.” “Are you kidding? Did you really just
I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it. – George Bernard Shaw “Maren, you’re killin’ me here!” This was the daily mantra of Justine,* my old boss, more than
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I loved you from afar for so long. I first saw you on stage at The Nutcracker, and immediately I wanted to be in your arms. I was so young then, a child — far too young for this kind