Short Fiction: Wise Earl Olsen

Earl Olsen was the wisest kid at my high school. Not the smartest. That title belonged to either Sophie Connor or Daniel Redman. No one could say for sure which. They were both straight-A students. Sophie was creepily gifted at public speaking; she captained the debate team and was always giving speeches at assembly. Whenever... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 17)

After a twenty-minute drive out of the city, followed by another ten bumpy minutes along a dirt track through bushland, Gavin and Stan arrived at Gavin’s Stealth Helicopter Solutions. The company headquarters was just an old tow truck parked next to a creek. On the back of the truck was a dilapidated Squirrel helicopter, spraypainted... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 15)

The next few weeks were hard for Stan. The announcement that he would be considering a proposed move to potentially assess the possibility of lifting the state mask mandate in the near future was not as well received as he had hoped. He was ridiculed on social media, with people accusing him of doing “too... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 11)

The stone stairs continued around and around, down below ground, growing narrower and narrower, until the sleeves of Stan’s robe dragged against the wall with each step. Finally, the two men reached the last stair and came out into a vast black space. Ahead of them, a single candlestick burned brightly upon a round stone... Continue Reading →

Stan Berserkervich Rides Again (Part 10)

Security officers escorted the media from the property, and then informed the prime minister he was no longer on camera. Gary stood up and brushed himself off. “Yes, that went quite well, I think.” “The main thing is that people are safe from Covid,” said Stan. Gary chuckled. “Yeah, okay.” The two leaders shook hands... Continue Reading →

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