A Feminism’s Carol, Part 2: The Spirit of Feminism’s Past

III. Hillary overslept as usual, and when she woke up, she found it was just before noon on a weekday. Blue-collar men had already been at work for…


Self-Destruction, Part 3

XII. at court with Justin So suggestive, how he softly touched the small of my back with his fingertips, urging me gently down the line to pay my…


Friend Request

Joanne reached in her bag for her cell phone and accidentally jostled the laptop of the young man beside her. She smiled an apology, but he was too…


Cuck Resistance

It all started with a hope in Glenn Levin’s eyes. He hoped that they would pull through with what he’d seen them do a hundred times before. He hoped…


Office #734

"Hello, what can I do for you?" He walked up to the receptionist's desk and leaned on it with one arm. "I have an appointment with Mr. James Bennett…


Show Your Work, Pattern II: Good Luck

One Wednesday afternoon, Jackson asked Arnold if he would help him move some tables on the weekend from the local used furniture store to the center…


A Feminism’s Carol, Part 1: Bill’s Ghost

I. A priest is addressing the fifty or so people gathered at a cemetery as a coffin is being lowered into the ground. "A precious soul departed our…


Self-Destruction, Part 2

VI. At the police station, a matronly female officer handed me a thin blanket, then insisted I enter a holding cell. It was freezing in that room so…


Night Buyers

The coming New Years’ holidays forced Serega to work as a night vendor at the Christmas tree market. His military pension was usually sufficient for…


Heist!

“Hey, Dean, are you ready to go?” “Yeah, Ed, I guess so.” Damn…is Dean chickening out? We’ve talked about this for weeks and he seemed all set over…