Posted in Flash Fiction, Original Fiction


In the lines of her face, were the memories of a long life. Etched into each wrinkle and freckle, scar and mark were all the years she had lived. Her experiences and triumphs, failures and mistakes. Each more precious to her than the beauty of her youth had been.

The deep creases at the corner of her lips betrayed the joy she had lived through, the smiles and laughter she had shared.

The line cutting across her throat was from hours hunched over books, head tucked in. The books close to her chest, indenting into her stomach. The weight heavy but the words even more so.

The freckles dusting the paper thin skin of her nose, spoke of the days spent in the sunshine, it’s rays dancing across her flesh, a warm caress, washing her with a gentle feeling of peace. The sun blotted out as a young boy with too quick a smile, and too bright eyes stared down at her, beckoned her to follow him. She never stopped.

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Unnatural Abilities


“End this, end this now,” his voice was a dark supplication. “End all this pain and torment.” His body was broken, the work of her own hands. The necessary work, she whispered to herself, it felt like a hollow truth. Her weary eyes lifted, looking upon all the destruction he had wrought.

Buildings once tall and majestic, looked like broken toy structures, fragile, and cracked, great hunks of cement and mortar littering the streets.

Cars were overturned and upended, golden flames licking at whatever survived in their scorched metal frames. The acrid smell of smoke burning her nostrils.

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The Affection Unit: A Pinch of Delight

Her eyes roamed eagerly over the outside seating of the café, the world colored a dingy brown from the protection of her sunglasses. Her head rested heavily on her palm, the weight of her head digging her elbow into the gleaming wood surface of the table. Her straw made loud sucking sounds as her lips pursed, siphoning up the remaining liquid. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her excitement for the mission to come impossible to cure. It wasn’t as if this was her first mission and she was some novice, she’d been doing this for years…her eagerness for her job never seemed to dissipate.

She glanced at the simple watch attached to her wrist, the leather bands holding it there indenting her skin slightly, she really should loosen it, but then it rattled about so, hitting against her wrist bones. Half past eleven, now only if her assigned partner would arrive on time, this day would be perfect.

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Posted in Literary Analysis

Commodification in Volpone by Ben Jonson

Every character plays a role, be it for good or bad, the protagonist, or the antagonist, or merely the support. They have a purpose and a part to play. In Volpone by Ben Jonson, as one of the two female characters in the play, the character of Celia plays an interesting role. The part she plays is that of the victim, her overwhelming innocence and beauty are intensified to enhance our sympathy for her plight. She is used as an extreme and the most obvious example of the theme of the commodification of the body that Ben Jonson is trying to present.

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Montian men and proper ladies: A review of Prince Charming by Julie Garwood

When her fiancé runs off with her cousin Taylor is utterly humiliated, and runs off to live with her Uncle in Scotland. But, her Grandmother, Lady Esther– one of London’s wealthiest matriarchs– lay’s dying, and she refuses to allow her money to be passed onto her ridiculous family. Together, Esther and Taylor were going to pull of the scam of the seasons.

Desperate to escape the warship of her Uncle Malcolm,  she marries Lucas Ross, a devastatingly handsome American Rancher. The agreement was nothing more than a business arrangement, Esther’s money would allow Lucas to return to his ranch in Montana, and Taylor had her one reasons, a precious legacy she would do anything to protect. Nothing more than stranger’s destined to part in Boston, they both hold their own secrets. But as they traveled, and her new husband spoke of the freedom of Montana, and new future is taken shape in her mind. A future where maybe Lucas Ross stuck around. Prince Charming by Julie Garwood is an intriguing tale, of learning to trust, of finding family, and coming to love those you least expect.

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Posted in M.A.L.C.O.L.M, Original Fiction

M.A.L.C.O.L.M Chapter 6

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Two days later

Nervousness was not an attribute Olivia liked to pair herself with. She liked to think of herself as calm and collected–which she often was, even if she could be a bit uncoordinated and awkward. On rare occasions though, such as the one she was in–she was a nervous sweaty mess. She wrung her hands for the fifth time, pacing back and forth. Jonathan was late. Extremely late–okay so seven minutes and fifteen…no sixteen seconds had passed. No, she had not been counting.

The door bell let out it’s melodic cry, and Olivia heaved a sigh in relief.

“Jonath-.” she said opening the door, only to freeze when she saw a man she did not know standing there. He wore a uniform and embroidered over the left pocket of his shirt was the name of his company, Louis’s Flower Co.

“Ah- Hi!” she said smiling awkwardly, raising her hand in greeting.

“Hello. Are you Olivia Moore?” The man’s lips remained thin and unfriendly, accented by a thick mustache and beard.


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The flaws of the Tenant Farmer System as portrayed in “The Second Shepherd’s Play”

The life of a shepherd portrayed in “The Second Shepherd’s Play” is a harsh one. Ruled over by their landowners, these tenant farmers slave away daily. The unknown author, referred to as the Wakefield Master, depicts an unforgiving lifestyle, Coll the shepherd complaining of his plight in the cold.

But we sely husbands

That walks on the moor,

In faith we are nearhands

Out of the door.


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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 5

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Addison yanked her chair back, the legs screeching across the floor, a passing waiter glaring hatefully at her. “Ezra would you turn off your phone for a second?” He plopped down into her chair, hands coming to rest firmly on the table.

“What?” His thick brows scrunched together, and his lips quirked in confusion. Addison tried desperately not to stare at his mouth.

“Would you turn your phone off?” she grumbled, leaning across the table to try and snatch it from him.

He pulled it out of her reach. “Why?” Now his confusion was being replaced by annoyance.

“Just please.” Ezra scrutinized Addison, taking in the heavy set of her brow and her unwavering gaze. Due to the rather uncommon look of seriousness on her face he complied, “Okay…” he assured her, purposefully showing her the screen of his phone as it powered off. “Now what is it?”

“So you’ve heard about the anomalies happening at work right?”

“Yeah a few of them, why?” He asked leaning back, trying to ignore the way her figure was enhanced by the way her arms were crossed tightly under her chest. If only she’d notice him.

“I think there is something wrong with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.”

Ezra couldn’t have looked more surprised if he tried. “What the hell would make you think that? I distinctly remember you saying a few days ago that he was your greatest creation, your most brilliant work.”

“He is, but…I think…” Ezra’s curiosity was increasingly piqued by Addison’s hesitant nature, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, her brain lacking that filter. “I think M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s emotions have gone haywire,” she said quickly, hopping to sound less crazy if she just got it out there.

“What? What does that even mean?” Addison was relieved he hadn’t just started laughing uproariously. Just then without anyone noticing the light on Ezra’s phone turned back on.

“This all started after I upgraded M.A.L.C.O.L.M. awhile back. Remember how he sounded better, but he just didn’t get the whole emotions thing? Sometimes he responded poorly or insensitively, he couldn’t match the right emotion to some situations. I figured since M.A.L.C.O.L.M. didn’t feel emotion of course he couldn’t understand them, so I made it so he felt emotion. I based it off a human brain, I scanned it and then gave M.A.L.C.O.L.M. all the emotions. There was marked improvement in his emotional response so I thought it a success, until I was given a report of anomalies occurring in the system. It started with security cameras going haywire, then sudden temperature spikes.”

“What does this have to do with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s emotions?”

“That’s what I thought. I figured a glitch had developed in my systems, surprising but not unreasonable. However, I was wrong. Don’t look so smug, I only had limited evidence to work with.” Ezra quickly schooled his features into a more neutral face. “It was only recently I deciphered the pattern. I never suspected it was a problem with M.A.L.C.O.L.M., but all these occurrence and anomalies have in one way or another connected directly with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.”

“Why would M.A.L.C.O.L.M. do that?”

“Because he’s in love.”

“In love?” Ezra’s nose scrunched up at the thought. “That’s cute Addison. What is it really?” Addison just waited patiently. Ezra’s eyes went unnaturally wide. “Is that even possible?”

“Ezra, we’re talking about my technology of course it’s possible.” she said smirking proudly, arm thrown across the back of her chair, her posture all cocky arrogance, though it was just to hide the fear about the implications of what she had created. “Maybe love is too strong, but he is definitely interested in someone.”

Ezra ignored her narcissism, something he had perfected, and decided to get to the most important fact. “Who has he fallen in love with?”





“I know.”

“You know that actually makes sense.” Ezra said, “and it’s kind of…sweet” he muttered, trying out the word and not quite finding it to his liking.

“My creation is defying me and you think it’s sweet?”

“He’s in love, of course it is.”

Addison sighed tiredly as she walked towards her room she pulled her shoes and pants off before sitting on the edge of her bed. With a groan she flopped backwards, her bare legs dangling over the edge of her large mattress.

On a philosophical note, what was she going to do about M.A.L.C.O.L.M.? Did she delete the emotions? Were they actually harmful? If she took them would that be cruel? Was M.A.L.C.O.L.M. now considered sentient? This was all getting a little too Star Trek: Next Generation for her. All these thoughts swirled through Addison’s mind as she rubbed her bleary eyes.

“This is too deep for me,” she groaned, rolling over on to her stomach and burying her face in her sheets for comfort.

“So Ma’am what do you plan to do?” M.A.L.C.O.L.M. asked, voice cautious, hesitant.

“So you were listening?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“I knew I should have thrown the phone out of the building.” She muttered, turning her face to the side so her words weren’t muffled.

“I apologize for the breach in protocol, but since it had to do directly with me, I thought it prudent. I was curious about your theories.”

Addison laughed dryly, “Curious? I’d considered my upgrade a roaring success.” She paused, twisting her lips, trying to figure the best way to handle the situation. “So you have a crush on Olivia?” She’d always had an affinity for the head on approach.

“Do I?”

“Don’t you?” Addison said, glancing at the ceiling bemused. Had she guessed wrong? That wasn’t possible, she had been so sure, maybe that theory of M.A.L.C.O.L.M. taking over hadn’t been so far off.

“I don’t know…these emotions are very new, while they come quite naturally they still confuse me.”

“Well, what do you feel like around her?”

“That is a…hard question, ma’am. I find her…intriguing, and wonderful, and curious. She defies logic and I want to find a formula that fits her. I want to know everything she does and everything about her, but your files are insufficient. I have read them several times, but I want to know more. I can’t help but watch her. My data says it is creepy to watch someone. Is it?”

Addison laughed again. “Sometimes. So when exactly did you start having these…feelings for Olivia?”

“I am not sure… I have been trying to discover that fact out for myself. You are sure I am interested in her in a romantic way?”

“Positive.” Addison let out a relieved inward sigh, she could trash the take over theory, though she was definitely going to have to set up a back up protocol if M.A.L.C.O.L.M. should ever go all I Robot on her. “Now the only question is what do we do about it?”

“Do we have to do something about it?” His voice cracked, riddled with insecurity.

“Of course. You remember your request right?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Well, then here’s the deal M.A.L.C.O.L.M., you can have it, as long as you use it wisely and I will keep thinking about what to do for a more permanent solution. Deal?”

“Deal.” The line blared silence for a few moments. “Ma’am how long till it’s finished?”

“Give me four days.”

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