Life Goes On

Fiction Anonymous “Have you spoken to John lately?” Will asked, breaking the silence. I exhaled smoke and took a second to think. Sitting outside the local fish and chip shop on a warm summer evening, the sun just starting to drop behind the horizon, casting shadows over the city scene that lay before us. “Yeah […]

Donald Trump Made Me A Mercenary

Fiction. Remember how we’d sit around the kitchen table, drinking tequila from plastic cups till the sun came up? We’d scoff at the capitalist system, at money, and those helpless people devoted to it. You would roll cigarettes and we’d talk about Mao Zedong and Thomas Pynchon, and we’d laugh and imagine a life unburdened […]