Short Story Fiction: Kim Jong Il And The Nuclear Family Paradox
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’ We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to...
Short Story Fiction: Turns Out I Am Dirt Poor
I heard the doorbell ring while I was cutting up the watermelon in the kitchen this evening. Almost immediately I heard my eager 9-year-old greet someone at the door. “Maa, can you come?!” He yelled back at me. I put the knife away and careful not to drip on my...