Posts in category "Fiction Friday"

The Vultures of Main Street

The Vultures of Main Street
They have come like vultures to pick the meat from my bones. They will peck out my heart if I let them. They circle and circle then swoop in to kill what is already dead. I do not recognize them. They have not been here before. They only came now because they were drawn in... Read more »

Alexandra and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Zero-Day Day

This morning I woke up to a text message alert. It was my boss saying a critical vulnerability was announced that impacts our systems. There is no patch to fix the bug, but there are some workarounds. He said everyone needed to go into the office right away. It was only 4 a.m. I could... Read more »

The Valentine's Day Alibi

The Valentine's Day Alibi
“If anyone asks what we did on the 14th say we went to a nice restaurant. Or is that too boring? What do you think?” “What are you talking about?” “We have to get our story straight.” “For what?” “For Valentine’s Day.” “I thought you didn’t want to do anything for Valentine’s Day.” “I don’t.”... Read more »
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A second bag of pretzels

The plane was delayed, which I’ve come to expect. This delay was particularly unfortunate since it meant I was no going to be in the air for dinnertime. That’s okay. Whiskey is a fine entree, but every entree needs a side dish. I was thankful to be flying one of the few airlines that still... Read more »

#blackolivesmatter, or the peril of misreading a hashtag

#blackolivesmatter, or the peril of misreading a hashtag
Why do I use that hashtag? Because I’m tired of ugly prejudice tainting this beautiful country. I’ve always been uncomfortable when people around me–often friends who I otherwise respect–start spouting hate, and I’m finally speaking out about it. You “hate” black olives? Why? Do you really feel that way, or are you just echoing things... Read more »

Rumpelstiltskin and the NSA

As she spent her days in a windowless room analyzing classified data she sometimes thought about the girl in the old fairy tale. The one who was locked in a room and told she must spin straw into gold even though she possessed no such magical powers. Unlike the girl in the story she was allowed... Read more »
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Go ahead, make my birthday cake

Go ahead, make my birthday cake
Dirty Harry was baking a cake. It was another cop’s birthday, and there weren’t any bad guys around for Harry to shoot that day. Why not bake a delicious cake? He followed the recipe carefully. He mixed the sugar, butter, eggs, and vanilla. He started measuring the dry ingredients. He poured in the flour. Next... Read more »

4 things I learned from a year of Fiction Fridays

4 things I learned from a year of Fiction Fridays
I didn’t expect to post fiction or creative writing on every Friday for a year. If I had intended to do that I would have published the first post on January 3, 2014 (the first Friday of the year) instead of on January 10th (the second Friday), but I didn’t expect the fiction posts to... Read more »

Groundhog Day 2: Christmas Again

Groundhog Day 2: Christmas Again
She woke up on December 26th, and it was Christmas Day. That is, it should have been December 26th when she woke up, but instead it was Christmas again. The exact same Christmas that she had lived the day before. A lot of people would be thrilled for Christmas Day to get stuck in a... Read more »
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The holiday spirit flowed through me

I’m not a big fan of Christmas and the holiday season in general. All the pressure to be joyful seems pretty naive if you pay attention to the news. The world is shit, but for one month everyone is supposed to ignore that and hang up shiny decorations and buy presents no one needs. I’d... Read more »