I was supposed to be executed.  I was up on the scaffold, arms tied behind my back, with everyone all gathered around to watch the beheading of Flats McBrady.  I’d never been so popular. The executioner—Rucks, his name was; nice guy really, he and Mabel had three kids—said God-be-with-you and reared back with the axe, … More Execution (5 minutes)

(This is a reblogged post; I did not write it originally. It does, though, sum up a lot of how I feel about the attack)

Originally posted on First Line Reader:
Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born. First line in The Kiss of Deception by Mary E. Pearson I’m here with another wrap up because somehow September ended. It was a weird month for me blogging-wise. I haven’t had a…

EDIT: So I was wrong about this. Obviously. Hopefully that will be a lesson to me, because I was never so sure of anything in my life.  But school reopenings have largely been safe. “No, bro, going viral is easy,” said my little brother. “Oh c’mon,” I scoffed.  “If it were easy, companies would reliably … More The Pipe Dream of Reopening In-Person Learning.