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Confessions From The Recession
Confessions From The Recession Season 1 Episode 7 “Rock The Format” Many years passed where Chapman called the radio industry home and he watched music transition many times welcoming all style types. But it was the last couple of decades where his residency on the city’s dial was filled with energetic enthusiasm as they played twenty-four-hour classics from the rebellious era. Unlike the other older station sharing the same call letters and owned by the investors who suddenly overnight decided the racket sound was finished.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
Janna’s Kinda Cool Journey
Janna was pissed, she literally just signed up for this new job and she didn’t pass the background test, I emancipated that monkey she thought, answer your own phones then. She wasn’t going to tell her sister who at the budding age of 20 , has succeeded and surpassed everybody Janna graduated highschool with, combined. Tik-tok will never succeed. Janna yelled at Stacey. a couple months ago. Her sisters’ views have now surpassed even the Indian guys building a pool in the middle of the jungle. That’s something in this new world, Janna thought, she didn’t know what , but something; at least something to her sister’s bank account.
By Jennifer Janvier4 years ago in Fiction
The Wheel
Here and Now. The owl flew through the barn’s open hoist window and landed on a roof beam. Ruffling its feathers, it looked down on what had drawn its attention. There in the straw below lay an older man, struggling to breathe. He showed all the classic symptoms of bronchitis and was too wasted and malnourished to overcome the infection. As he breathed his last, the owl looked around the barn and hoped that the mice he knew lived here would venture out to be his dinner. Knowing the owl was there, the mice were too smart to do that and remained curled up safe and warm in their nests.
By Chris Cummings4 years ago in Fiction
Panic of the Gods
"And, they've taken Corinth." A groan rose up from the crowd gathered around the large globe that spun slowly in the center of their lavish room. Hermes threw his hands in the air and began hastily gathering his stuff, flitting here and there in a way that annoyed every god around him.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Fiction
Owl’s Well That Ends Well
Jim threw another log on the campfire, adding more fuel to the pillar of flame before them. The one that already looked high enough that it could singe the stars above. He grabbed another Budweiser from the cooler and flopped into his chair. It was another perfect evening, just him and his friends sitting around the fire, drinking and laughing. “Good on ya, Jimmy boy,” Ted exclaimed, “You’ll get on the bad side of Smokey the Bear yet!” Jim and the others howled at the thought of Smokey stopping by to swat Jim on his backside.
By Lloyd Farley4 years ago in Fiction
How I'll Pick your next Incarnation
Hello, I am an inter-life circumstance adjuster. The Souls at HQ asked me to write this piece so that you, humans, will be better informed. We don’t really expect you to make better choices, dear me no! That would be hoping for too much. We’re just tired of your making all of the wrong assumptions, so our Human Information Division decided it was time to do something about that. After all, we’ve been flooded with processing here for the past two years. Perhaps I should explain.
By Paul A. Merkley4 years ago in Fiction
Bonnie and the Wolves
Mother always told me to beware of the barn owl. You see, in my old-school Anglican family, belief in animal symbolism rivals that of the pagans they claim to have spiritually superseded. A hummingbird means a happy day, and the sight of a bat leads to a two-hour interrogation from my parents about where I’ve been that week. I didn’t question it much growing up, probably because I didn’t know what Ms. Durham the front desk receptionist meant when she called my parents nuts for picking me up early whenever they received a bad omen (in my defense, they do have arguably almond-shaped faces and a last name to match!).
By Jacqueline Shea4 years ago in Fiction
