This is one of the first pieces I wrote for my flash fiction project Small Stories. It’s about seagulls (this story, not the project).
Two seagulls stand on a bench, looking out over the water.
“I think Janet is going to leave me,” says the first gull.
“Why?” asks the second gull. He focuses on the first gull’s eye, yellow and black-flecked and taking in the better part of the bay. Or maybe the worse part, depending on who you ask.
“She’s been acting strange,” he replies. “I don’t think she’s happy.”
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Brands do it all the time. Why don’t we?
Emily hired somebody to help her get more “likes” on the internet.
“I normally only do that for companies,” said Jessica, the consultant. She sipped her latte. “What’s your brand message?”
“This is my life,” said Emily. “And it’s a good life to have.”
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The end of the world from the inside of a corporate office.
When the sky turned red and space rocks started falling from above, and the seas all rose and hurricanes started buffeting the shores, and the forests were consumed with flames and all the nuclear missiles started counting down, there wasn’t really anywhere to run. Instead we all laid on our backs on the conference table and looked at the ceiling.
“How many ceiling tiles do you think there are?” asked Sheila, from accounting.
“I don’t know,” said Jim. He turned his head. “Do you mean here, or in the whole building? Or in the whole world?”
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A new story on Medium about the power of advertising, or something.
He heard Whug coming before he saw Whug. While Ogg had spent years becoming accustomed to the rhythms of the forest, able to track an animal for miles or disappear from a predator’s path in an instant, perception was not Whug’s strong point. Ogg stared at a wall of dense foliage on the other side of the stream until Whug emerged, sporting a fresh mosaic of bright red scratches on his face and torso.
“Ogg!” he said. “There you are!”
“Here I am,” said Ogg. “And there you are, though I heard you coming all the way from Big Mountain With The White Top. Are you trying to get eaten?”
“Oh, you know me,” said Whug. He grinned, then leaned over and cupped some water in his hands. “Not trying as hard as I could be.” He took a sip of the water and wiped the rest on his cheeks and chest, wincing slightly.
Ogg took another quiet sip and sat back on his haunches. “Might as well sit,” he said. “The animals will all be hiding for a while now.” He shot Whug a look, which Whug either ignored or failed to pick up on completely.
“Good,” said Whug, “because I have something I want to discuss with you. A proposition, if you will.” He leaned over the stream. “There’s not anyone around, is there?”
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SplitSider is one of my favorite comedy blogs, and one of the reasons is that they don’t just feature news stories and reviews – they also have interesting, funny essays, like this character study of Frasier Crane from Cheers and Frasier.
Over those twenty years, his story evolved in steady steps. If you watch any one episode on it’s own, it’s easy to miss the slow climb to happiness in Boston, or the slow spiral into loneliness in Seattle. But it’s there. Through Lilith, joy and stability. Through Niles, frustration and deterioration. He’s a man who had nothing, got everything, and lost it all again.
“The Rise and Fall of Dr. Frasier Crane” by Stephen Winchell