Early morning. I have to run. I need to get to the office early. So many things to do! So many reports, meetings, and obligations. Problems everywhere!
I pass by a big dumpster and instinctively glance inside.
A man, lying among the garbage, looks at me and smiles. “Good morning!”
Guillermo Cruz is a Phd student in the School of Management at Universidade Federal do Rio Grande do Sul (UFRGS), Porto Alegre, Brazil. His research interests focus on the institutions of our society, how they emerge and are sustained, how they constrain individuals inside and outside organizations, how they are disrupted, and, especially, how institutions are immersed in the flux of objectification of human individuality. In his free time he likes to reflect about the futility of our modern life.
Shower. Eat. Walk the dog.
Greet, instruct, answer, model, and guide. Wonder, marvel, and rejoice.
Meet, collaborate, and argue. Listen and advise.
Drive. Walk the dog.
Embrace, observe, assist, fix, and moderate. Eat. Clean, relax, remember, forget, and never regret.
Walk the dog.
Ronald Chilcutt is a 45-year-old High School Special Education Math Teacher who lives in the greater Chicago area. He lives with the love of his life, their two kids, and a dog. Ronald has always believed that there is a great American novel buried in him somewhere, but has not found the right shovel to dig it out.
In every job she ever had, she’d always been an assistant, never the boss. This had to change.
But clawing her way to the top took such a long time. Better to sit back, read her magazine, sip her large latte.
And wait for her boss to open the package.
Joanne R. Fritz lives in West Chester, PA. Her short fiction has appeared in Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Every Day Fiction, and Twisted Endings.
Once upon a time there was an ordinary man.
Once upon a time there was an ordinary man who was conscious of his mediocrity.
Once upon a time there was an ordinary man who was conscious of his mediocrity, so never said a word.
He died as a wise man.
Fábio Vacaro Culau is an eternal learner who loves writing and sometimes dares to share his words. Read some of his writing on his blog
The story of the week for June 21 to 26 is…
Thunderclap by Sarah Scott
Inspirational and full of heart. A worthy weekly winner.
The smoke was so thick that I couldn’t breathe. Pieces of metal were everywhere. The room was covered in red liquid. I looked at my hands and screamed with terror. My whole body was aching. I had never experienced anything like this.
I will never make toast with ketchup again.
Sara wrote this story.
Editor’s Note: I really wanted to title this “Catoastrophe”, but that would have spoiled the reveal!
“Lightning never strikes twice.”
Mom chanted those words anytime something bad happened. She kept the family on track, always smiling.
When the cancer came back, the smile momentarily left her face.
“So much for the laws of lightning,” she said, before she started cooking, filling the freezer with our favorites.
Sarah Scott lives in some part of Canada where she is currently searching for an algorithm to automatically generate witty, one-sentence bios. You can check out some of her writing at oneforonethousand.com
“We have no choice,” the captain sighed as he initiated the release of the toxin. “He was getting too curious.”
The biologist’s eyes widened slightly as he died. The organic craft he had always identified as his appendix detached from his intestines and followed the flow as he voided.
Irish writer Perry McDaid lives in Derry close to the Donegal hills. His diverse writing disciplines and genres appear in international multimedia, recently with entropy2, Amsterdam Quarterly, Flash Fiction Chronicles, Plotters Ink, Alfie Dog, and 50wordstories. He has one imaginary cat, Stinky, who is mostly nailed to a board above a ruined allegorical flower bed.
Ben loved his wife as much as he loved to travel. He spent two months in Bali and another month in Fiji.
When he came back, his keys didn’t work but he was at the right house. Through the right window he saw the right woman with the wrong man.
Samantha Lucchetta is an aspiring writer who’s hoping to achieve something biography-worthy one day.
He always played tough guy roles, flawed but sympathetic, and he was my idol when I was a teenager. So I’m out one day, wearing a dark turtleneck and tweed sports jacket just like Garfield’s.
This kid approaches, looks me up and down, and snarls, “Murderer!”
He made my day.
Alex Markovich has a good memory. He’s 80.