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In 2118 all music had been made illegal 30 years ago by the Administration. The Administration had decreed “Music promotes diversity. Diversity is the enemy. One nation, one race, one people.”

Donnie’s Daddy, A short story by James J. Jackson, Jr.

Donnie dropped the comb into the gold plated bathroom sink again for what felt like the billionth time. “FUCK!” Donnie screamed in frustration. Donnie hated how the stubby fingers on his tiny hands could never get a firm grip on anything they tried to hold. He fished the comb out of the sink bowl andContinue reading “Donnie’s Daddy, A short story by James J. Jackson, Jr.”

The Death of Hombar, Part 2

 II One day, they told him he was going to get to go home. They loaded him onto a primitive mass transport with the other prisoners. On Earth it was called a “bus” he would learn.  “We call this garbage,” thought Hombar, a mass transport, on wheels no less, and it even ran on petroleumContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part 2”

The Death of Hombar, Part I

I Hombar didn’t beg for mercy. He gave that up during the torture. He tried to tell them the truth, but they only waterboarded him more. “Who are you!?” The men in black would scream. Their attire was bizarre to Hombar, the men wore the same anachronistic suits he used see in the history booksContinue reading “The Death of Hombar, Part I”

Trash of the Gods.  Chapter 6. Junior Year, a chunk of life in 300 words or less.

Junior year I didn’t see much of Robert, I still hung out with Steve and the guys but Robert was rarely around, he had some girl friend junior year, Vicky, and he still had the heroine. I still didn’t know about the heroine yet, but every time I did see Robert, his arms and legsContinue reading “Trash of the Gods.  Chapter 6. Junior Year, a chunk of life in 300 words or less.”

Trash of the Gods  Chapter 2.  The Tao of Conversation

After that, Robert and I began to hang out more at his house after school. We would score our weed at the Strip mall then kick it in his room, doing the same thing we did at school. Get high and talk about literature. Ever since middle school, it felt like Robert and I wereContinue reading “Trash of the Gods  Chapter 2.  The Tao of Conversation”

TRASH of The GODS : Preface

The obituary didn’t mention that he was drunk, riding his bike down the wrong side of the street, when the SUV knocked him to the concrete. Robert was killed instantly and pronounced dead on the scene. Robert had issues, to say the least. I think he wasn’t even 17 when he tried heroin for theContinue reading “TRASH of The GODS : Preface”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Gotcha, in the Cops and Robbers Game.   Jack had stopped listening long ago.  It wasn’t a voluntary thing, he was just too captivated by the sight of her to care about anything else.  After she had stopped reading she caught his gaze, which was locked on her eyes.  They both smiled andContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis Chapter 15”

Mr. Middleton’s Water Works

He sat at the desk in front of his classroom, his undershirt drenched with sweat to the point that the puddles in his armpits began to seep bitter, disgusting odors. Mr. Middleton prayed that they couldn’t smell it. The last thing he needed was to give the students fodder, they came up with plenty ofContinue reading “Mr. Middleton’s Water Works”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.

Chapter 13 Fun Playing God Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms.  In fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms.  Never had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags,Continue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12

Chapter 12  I’m With The Band   The next morning they all awoke one by one at the early hour of dawn.  They all rubbed their twinging necks and backs and gave each other shit for being so stupid for sleeping sitting up on the couches, especially these couches which they found in a scrapContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 12”

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Portlandians On the third day, the rain had not stopped, and Jack rose that morning in such a hungover stupor that he felt like he was rising from the dead.  He stumbled drunkenly into the bathroom and emptied his water-ballooned bladder.  He was groggy, he didn’t realize how strong those ales Nancy drankContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 11”