Melancholy. This is a word most people have an inherent knowledge of, but do they really know what it means? A quick look in the dictionary will give you a clinical definition, cold, and without feeling—which more than anything else…
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ANNOUNCEMENT: Twitter/Facebook Migration
Hello Interested Readers! Today we are announcing the completion of our full migration to Twitter & Facebook as our primary tools for reaching out to you. In the past we have used email subscriptions for this purpose. However, time are…
Aunt Hedda’s Heritage, by Jan Wiezorek
His gold buttons and official-looking badge were bright beacons in my face. He looked at my 2001 model-year car like I had driven from Mars. “No, it’s only residential on this side of the road.” He waved off-handedly at me.…
Maaf Karo, Forgive me, by Sharmeen Farooq
Fareeda sat so stiff-necked on the cool steel bench that, were her retired military father alive to witness it, she would’ve made him proud. Her hawk eyes, more intense than the unashamed salivating gazes of desperate men, prowled the station…
ANNOUNCEMENT: FREE DAILY FICTION MOBILE SERVICE
The Washington Pastime has recently launched Daily Fiction, a new free-to-participate program which uses mobile technology to give your organization, business, non-profit, health, or educational community instant access to fiction and non-fiction literature for free. The Washington Pastime provides digitally…
Job Application Woe!, by Andrew Scott
It was bound to come along…and true to form it has: the dreaded “Quiet Week”. Despite the best of intentions and the most tortuous time applying for jobs there are always the brief periods of silence, awaiting judgement. “The calm…
Breach, by Patrick Ragland
Twenty-three—that’s how many chandeliers Brendan counted—twenty-three. The ceiling was high and arched, of course, being Catholic and Gothic, and from twenty-three gold chains hung twenty-three gold chandeliers. The light of morning mass rendered the flame-shaped bulbs of the plastic candles…
Word Storm, by Shannon M. Wednt
Ellen Morris walked through the municipal park, her red umbrella hooked at her elbow. She could see the storm coming towards her, like a dust devil swirling with words. According to the National Weather Service, it was the third so-called…
The Cure: Overcoming Writer’s Block, by Mike Vidafar
“A gift is not weighed and measured, nor can it be bought. It can’t be expected or demanded; rather it is granted, or it is not. In theological terms it’s a grace, proceeding from the fullness of being. One can…
The Abolition of Satire, by Bobby D. Foster
2012 A BILL TO PROTECT THE INTEGRITY OF PATENT AND TRADEMARK LAWS THROUGH THE ABOLITION OF SATIRICAL AND IRONIC REPRESENTATIONS IN ALL FORMS OF MEDIA HEARING BEFORE THE SUBCOMMITTEE ON INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, COMPETITION, AND THE INTERNET, OF THE COMMITTEE OF…
