On Brotherhood

by Leora Jasper I have thought often on what it means to be a brother. Brother, of course, is an outdated term. But it is a word central to the stories of Genesis. For me it means, in a deep down kind of way, being in community with others. When the world is created, GodContinue reading “On Brotherhood”

Meeting Minutes (1.13.2021)

Attendance: The Deity, Leora Jasper, Dash Owens Note-Taker: Leora Jasper TD: [mouth moves incomprehensibly] LJ: Dude, you’re on mute. TD: Sorry…I call this meeting to order. [TD’s appearance is mediated by a screen, but LJ is certain that their hair is greasy.] DO: Sweet. LJ: What gives you the authority to call anything to order?Continue reading “Meeting Minutes (1.13.2021)”

Never Let Anyone Read This; or, A Revenge Story

by Dash Owens He crawled into the twin bed, mixing winter cold with the warmth of body heat and layered blankets. He smelled of the late night meeting early morning, a concoction of sweat and coffee creamer. It didn’t matter, she loved how he smelled. The head of her bed was pushed up against theContinue reading “Never Let Anyone Read This; or, A Revenge Story”

The Deity: A Critique

by Leora Jasper In their inaugural post on this site, the individual who chooses to be called “The Deity” proved they were susceptible to the worst incentives on the internet. Quite frankly, I was so appalled that I wrote the following resignation email: Dear Heavenly “Deity,” Stargate? Seriously? I thought we were creators not chainedContinue reading “The Deity: A Critique”

A Voice From The Whirlwind

by The Deity Have you seen Stargate SG-1? If you saw it in the nineties and early-aughts, you’re okay. You have nothing to worry about. But if you’re like me, you started watching Stargate SG-1 a couple weeks ago. Through the haze of insurrections and promises of a vaccine, your index finger reached out andContinue reading “A Voice From The Whirlwind”

The Annual Hapley Apron Festival

by Dash Owens Excerpt from the June edition of the White Valley State Chronicle. Article entitled, “Spring Awakens Old Hapley Traditions” by Megan Sabineux. Hapley is a small city of around 25,000 people. Originally, the common industry was timber due to the extensive forests shaped by the curves of the Big Heart River, which flowsContinue reading “The Annual Hapley Apron Festival”