So Sick of the Sausage Factory
Woe is humanity, suffering the legions of uber-douche bags crushing their spirits. I refer to this potent variety of toxicContinue Reading
Author: edmund k. saunders
Get ready to be insanely underwhelmed!
Oh, Sweet Kryptonite
It is a constant struggle to maintain focus at my white collar office job, which is, more often than not,Continue Reading
Remember to Laugh, Otherwise it’s Ashes to Ashes
Despite my struggle to exercise ideological forbearance in his life, my son sees certain things critically in his own right. I am relieved; he’s already destined not to be a cultural dupe, but has his own mind as to why he’s unconvinced, a doubt that is more rooted in inquisitiveness than stridency. It makes me beam with pride.
A Life at Sea
Since he was a child, Damon spent his summers at the cottage wading along the surf, collecting bottles washed upContinue Reading
The Anniversary
“Mister Sam!” yelped Rosalyn, rushing through the door. “Rosie?” groaned Seamus, prone on the floor. “You crash into the treeContinue Reading
Vanished Flowers, Faded Stars
“The peonies in the yard; they’re sublime,” she said. So we set our roots there on a whim. Our familyContinue Reading
THE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS AND LINGUINE: EMPEROR CONCERTO AND THE CATS CURSE
(A continuation of last week’s Friday Fictioneers entry: The Adventures of Thomas and Linguine: The Battle Against the Forces ofContinue Reading
THE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS AND LINGUINE: THE BATTLE AGAINST THE FORCES OF NEGATIVITY
“Good night,” said Thomas’s mother, as he fell asleep. “It’s about time! General Anxiety advances along the River of Doubt!”Continue Reading
Leaves
As we kneeled at the river’s edge, father pointed to the ground, “What is this?” “A leaf?” I said. HeContinue Reading
The Git, The Welshman, and the Pilfered Stash
“Say again why our hundred thousand quid was in there!” yelled Mickey. “Been stashing here for years. I was jobbed,”Continue Reading
In Search of Time For Proust
For a long time, I went to bed late, and woke up early in the morning. I subsisted on fiveContinue Reading
The Way to Andalusia
I crossed the arrondissement with grand ideas for posterity, but the monument was too tall for a photograph in a singleContinue Reading
Dear Fellow Aggrieved Citizens, Stop Honking Your &%#! Horn in Protest. Signed, Edmund
I live in a city where the weather fluctuates from Sahara desert-like heat in summer to Antarctic cold, snowstorms andContinue Reading
“STEP DOWN”
We rented the loft above Sweet Lotus, a Chinese food restaurant owned by Kenny and Daisy Wong, our biggest fansContinue Reading
Smoke
“Your Grand-mère Michéline’s ashes are all around here. The creatures passing through become her, in ways we can’t imagine” IContinue Reading
