
Satire: Death Of An MLA’s Man (or how I learned to stop worrying and love The Party)
By Orrin Farries March 15th, the year of Our Party 2120. Embarrassment and misplaced guilt raged through Cairo Naa. He
By Orrin Farries March 15th, the year of Our Party 2120. Embarrassment and misplaced guilt raged through Cairo Naa. He
By Karlie Mickanuik Every Sunday since I could remember we had pancakes As a child it was a treat; the
By Orrin Farries My name is Les and my life is good. Or, at least that’s what I tell myself.
By Nicholas Hotte I managed to duck into cover at the last second. The two other men started shooting. Marco
By Orrin Farries Living in a small town is soul-draining. Everyone knows everyone. No sin is too small to be
By Nicholas Hotte “You son of a bitch!” The three men turned to me. “Who the hell is he!” Two
By Nicholas Hotte As I got on my horse, I realized that Carson was still in his room. I rushed
By Marco Madron I stand upon the stage A soldier of speech. Bullets for words, A dagger Of amplification It’s
By Nicholas Hotte “I’m sorry Jhin,” I said as I got on my horse. I needed to do this alone,
By Nicholas Hotte My life changed after that day. I was no longer alone in this small world. We never