9.12 // Henry Louis Mencken

Today in 1880, the writer Henry Louis Mencken was born.
He wrote William Harding’s inaugrual address; he said this about Harding’s writing:
nt “[the president] writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale [...]

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flash fiction // henna girl

Once upon a time there was a girl. She had good grades, good friends, a good boyfriend, a good job, and was going to a good college. For the longest time, she’d known what she was going to do, and when, and how it would pan out. She knew the long run. Then one day, [...]

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fiction // the beach house [short edition]

the beach house
[short edition]
It had been a day like today, a serene one, shattered by her arrival: wonderfully sudden and intense and violent. The rowboat had been the same, the grey waves choppy, the shore unchanged; yet since that day, his life was a different one. She had come in the morning, on the rare [...]

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fiction // a friend

Bombshells illuminate the distant horizon dimly through the dense forest; shrapnel slices the air. The man presses his back against the rough, scarred bark of a centuries-old tree, his rifle held vertical. His breath comes quickly and shallowly, though as quietly as possible; his eyes dart left, right, left, right. Clear. He darts across the [...]

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The Penguin

[NOTE: yeah, the meter & rhyme scheme are tortuously hacked, but... live with it. I wrote it in about an hour, so it's far from perfect. Also, it may be considered sacrilege in some cultures. But hey. It commemorates, of course, the PITTSBURGH PENGUINS' triumph over the Red Wings. WOOT.]

Once upon an early morn, while [...]

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