by Avery White | Mar 6, 2017 | Challenges
Pudding, like life, Is generally of one consistency made weird by tapioca, which, like manna, Is probably another way of saying ‘what is it?’ There are tapioca distractions, Lumps in the dirt cake: Chunks of Oreo? Vanilla wafer? No. If it’s...
by Avery White | Mar 3, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry Detective Osprey burst through the revolving doors of the Forestbrook Mall. Lieutenant Ramsey came after at a near jog just to keep up. “Any idea how we’re going to find him?” Ramsey asked, scanning...
by Avery White | Mar 1, 2017 | Challenges
The photographer whispers a story through a pinhole. He holds a mirror in front of you, and never shudders. He captures more in a thousandth of a second than most will be exposed to their entire lives. If you are a photographer, I hope you are listening. This...
by Avery White | Feb 27, 2017 | Stories
In the heart of green hills past the misty vapor rising off the marshlands. In a place never fully hit by the sun. In the depths of a castle. In a dark dungeon. In a hole. In the ground. Lived young Alistair Campbell of Lochalsh. Who preferred the dark anyway....
by Avery White | Feb 24, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 17 in the series Doing Laundry Eli hung up the phone. I’m losing her. His world of black, white, and Sadie threatened to collapse into a monochromatic doldrum. It was late. The toner drum made a thrumming noise as it rolled...
