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  • Lucid Dreams – Short Story
    The first time I saw you was a lot like the last, smothered by the rank stench of fear. The air was cold and damp, firmly after sunset, not that I could explain why I was so sure. My blood ran hot, each and every vein boiled. Then, you. Your pupils were flared, and the look of absolute rage on your face, directed at me? I froze immediately. Every inch of my skin bristled with anticipation…
  • Out Back – Short Story
    I didn’t get much mail, making the white, crumbled envelope crammed under my heavy door more exciting. There were globs of orange the same shade as my hair all over the outside, with my name sprawled across in large calligraphy, Ava “Teamkill” Jackson. I hadn’t seen my full name in a while, and never with my street name. The whole invitation was a mockery of my past, and the terrible things I’d done to shed my birthname. Let alone all the friends, and allies I’d stabbed in the back to get the brand my title was. The invitation letter was specifically designed to irritate me, and to make me lose my hot head…
  • Good Cover – Short Story
    Brianna stares at the middle-aged bank representative in a black polo and dress pants asking for her parents, then looks just left of his bearded face into the tall bushes of big red hibiscus flowers for a good lie…
  • Duck, Duck, Goose – Short Story
    Short but wide red mushrooms peak out from under fanning brown leaves, bright spots enlivening the regular, dreary gray mountainside so familiar to those of the small but familial city of Winderscot. Traditionally, dark log cabins dot the valleys clear of the towering dark oak trees that make up most of the mountain, but in these modern times concrete and drywall creations find themselves side by side the classical homes of long-standing families…
  • A Glimpse of More – Short Story
    The door slams. A second, softer thump following signals the flimsy screen door hitting the frame with a subtle screech as the metal lock snaps into place. Less than two minutes later the old door creaks open again, and the sound’s parade repeats. Soft footsteps from the first floor can be heard through the hardwood flooring, along with a faint jazz tune playing gently over muffled talking. The steady scratch of lead moving across spiral notebook paper, Dart always so specific about getting their college-ruled paper as if they could ever run out of space to cram in more chicken-scratch notes into years old ledgers and workbooks…
  • Fate’s Game – Short Story
    A tawny colored hand, slim and poised, reaches out and tugs a slim red tie down into a firmer knot. “Mom!” Ryan coughs and reaches up to where his starched, white collar is flared up, touching his chin…
  • Present – Short Story
    A dark shape moved with the heavy sheets of rain. I counted the vague swirls marching down the sidewalk, reveling in the flood. The huge oak trees across from our building sat in pools, completely immersed to their roots. The shadows paraded down west 142nd street in a show of force against Manhattan…
  • Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston- Quote Collection
    “She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the… Read more Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston- Quote Collection
  • Slaughterhouse-Five/The Children’s Crusade by Kurt Vonnegut- Quote Collection
    “There are almost no characters in this story, and almost no dramatic confrontations, because most of the people in it are so sick and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces. One of the man effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters.” (Kurt Vonnegut, “Eight,” Slaughterhouse-Five, 164) …
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde- Quote Collection
    “The artist is the creator of beautiful things, To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.” …
  • Bokononism, A Practical Guide: Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.- Quote Collection
    One of Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s classic novels, Cat’s Cradle is a rich narrative full of offshoots and side stories. Just a fraction of the book’s lore is concerned with Bokononism, a religion created by Vonnegut’s character Lionel ‘Bokonon’ Johnson…
  • Children of Virtue and Vengeance by Tomi Adeyemi- The Diversity Fantasy Deserves
    Legacy of Orïsha is the diversity fantasy fiction has always deserved, but not gotten in this whitewashed scene. Tomi Adeyemi shines in Children of Virtue and Vengeance, her second book in her Legacy of ….
  • To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee – Quote Collections
    “First of all,” he said, “if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-” “Sir?” ….
  • Sticker Ode – Poem
    Sticker onto a surface, No way of slipping onto the Side held there without a tic, ….
  • After School Care – Poem
    Time moves slow, sticking to the moment like molasses- is this how it normally is? ….
  • Dishes – Poem
    Soaking, rubbing, stroking, petting Remove all stains and coverings, be bare and embraced by my hands ….
  • The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams- Quote Collections and ACAB
    ACAB [All Cops Are Bastards/Bad] is a movement alongside Black Lives Matter, demanding lowered police and military …
  • A Queer History of the United States by Michael Bronski- Quote Collection
    “Yes, I am a Free Lover. I have an inalienable, constitutional and natural right to love whom I may, to love as long or as short a period…
  • Animal Wise by Virginia Morell- Quote Collection
    “And even if an animal could talk, would we listen?” Virginia Morell
  • Congratulations – Poem
    You’ve won the lottery! What are the chances of birth? One in a million- you are alive.  Enjoy the stinging pain of loneliness. Feed upon your crippling self-doubt, confronted by questions you can never answer. Cherish the growing aches of your imperfect form. Drink in the stench of needless death as it surrounds you. And revel in your unending suffering and depression. For you are alive.


About Me

I’m Al, a writer and photographer based in Florida. My favorite genres are science fiction and fantasy, although I read a lot of different stuff. I mainly post bird pictures or quote collections.

Wildlife, especially crows, are my favorite photography subjects. I shoot on a Nikon d3500, and edit via photoshop.


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