Two panel comic. Panel 1: Godzilla emerges from the depths of the sea. Panel 2: he’s standing in middle of nowhere Ohio looking confused and unimpressed. There’s a sign by his feet that reads: WELCOME TO OHIO - Home of the
Introducing me to Fringe is perhaps the best, and maybe only good thing, Tumblr ever did for my life.
Armageddon is terrible, but our only other option was diversity trainings at work.
This reminded me of how terrified I was of the California Raisin
But shall this crazed old man be tamely suffered to drag a whole ship’s company down to doom with him?
And please know this is coming from a devout atheist. But I do recognize the pope's position in moving global discourse. And I will take whatever in pushing the world toward more compassion and peace.
I really hate these types of framings, "X person emerges as Trump critic," because it reinforces a weird celebrity feud style conflict, as opposed to an ethical/philosophical conflict. In this case, the first US pope is taking issues with the vile policies of the US admin.
If anything, I want more mice. Give me an Oops All Mice porridge please.
The Chavez story makes me think about when you hear "All men are x" and men want to say "not all men..." just remember that "all men are x" isn't "every man is x" but "any man is x."
My hopes for the Oscars were simple:
-Amy Madigan wins
-Timothee Chalamet doesn’t
-Sinners wins multiple big categories
I am satisfied, although Sinners could have won more.
“Enchanté,” I say, shaking your dog’s paw.
The writing brain is a weird animal. Creativity is as much about experimentation and mistakes as it is about getting things "right."
I guess all this is to say: AI could never.
The misappropriated wording gave validity to the amateur nature rec center classes, while allowing the strangeness of the premise to fade into the back and center the humanness of the story.
Given the time constraints of the contest, I had to retrofit a reasoning at the last minute. Needless to say it was too far a stretch for NYC Midnight readers, and I didn't move on to the next round. The story stuck with me and over a decade tweaks were made. The work continued.
This story started as a entry to a NYC Midnight contest over 10 years ago. In the prompt for the story, the location was "an exercise class."
Very quickly, the bare bones of this story was formed, and my grad school idled brain realized too late exercise and exorcise are in fact different words.
This is not a productive thought but I would like to build hell and put all these fucking freaks inside it.
Imagine how some of those people will then feel about it happening to Middle Eastern children in another country.
I hate to say this, because I’m also horrified by the US/Israel kills 50+ young girls, but when you post about it to maybe sway opinion, just remember that you are speaking to a populace that watches white men go into our own schools and murder our own children routinely and we do nothing about it.
Have you heard? Your local YMCA now teaches classes on “exercising the ethereal liminality.” Find out more in my story “A Lesson on Learning Your Place in the Universe”
Five authors I've read 5+ books of:
Mona Awad
Shirley Jackson
Stephen King
Kelly Link
Toni Morrison
Ohio isnt real but it *can* hurt you
I’d really kick myself if my magic bell had been the solutions to all our problems this whole time.
Sometime I genuinely wonder is if the people who routinely watch these people on Fox are all weird little freaks or if they have to rationalize to themselves the fucking bananas shit they hear?
Pick a feeling, pick a creature, let it rip
Excited to have a flash piece in this month’s @flashfictiononline.bsky.social
A little spooky story about desire, break ups, exorcism, and YMCA classes. Perfect for Valentines.
Morale is currently at “hold me in contempt so I can rest?” Still not low enough
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The floor is really just the beginning.
Nuremberg trials for ICE is the moderate position
