Monthly Archives: March 2011

April Fools’ News Practice

Posted on March 25, 2011 by B Gourley

As April Fools’ Day is approaching, I’m trying to flex my creativity a little in preparation for an April Fools’ News story.   “Mad Dog of Tripoli said to be ‘Pensive’” Colonel Moammar Gadhafi is said to be reflective and melancholy. … Continue reading →

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Tweetable Traffic Rants

Posted on March 23, 2011 by B Gourley

To the guy who cut me off: Terribly sorry for existing in space and time. My bad. Dear Honor-Roll Parent, Little Yukiko in Tokyo is in the same grade as your kid but five years ahead in math skills. Boast … Continue reading →

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Tweetable Rants

Posted on March 23, 2011 by B Gourley

Dear Bastard, I respect the challenge of parking your military-grade SUV, which you’ll need one day to evacuate your family of 15 to a zombie-free zone. But, PARK RIGHT Dear fat-lady-who-tried-to-get-free-nachos-at-Chilis-by-complaining-about-the-service-when-clearly-your-waiter-deserved-canonization, Really?

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The War Within

Posted on March 10, 2011 by B Gourley

Jake Cray lay reclined in the hospital bed staring up at the ceiling. He was incredulous that his eyes should be welling up. He blamed it on the antiseptic stink that permeated everything here. If you live long enough, you … Continue reading →

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Besieged

Posted on March 8, 2011 by B Gourley

I sat upon the parapet wall Watching arrows rise and fall They did besiege us on that day But in the end their lost did lay About that field of sodden Earth Where we denied them a place of berth

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An Unlikely Executioner

Posted on March 7, 2011 by B Gourley

The beast’s body was in the light, but its head immersed in shadow. It was the body of a man, and would have been a fine body- fit and muscular- were it not for its various grotesqueries. The skin was so taught … Continue reading →

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The Bearer of Bad Tidings

Posted on March 4, 2011 by B Gourley

A metronomic clack of hard leather soles emanated from pavement behind me. It was a still and quiet night. The streets had been long abandoned for the evening. So when the time between those impacts into the sidewalk became shorter … Continue reading →

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The Day You Died

Posted on March 3, 2011 by B Gourley

Nobody wants to die alone Nor talking on the telephone You want a hand in your hand When you make your final stand Nobody wants to die this way Leaving a family with bills to pay You want them to … Continue reading →

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