President – Every Day Fiction

JUST FIREWORKS • by J. Chris Lawrence

October 15, 2015Every Day Fiction 34 Comments

— in memory of Antoinette Bolden — The Master didn’t play with Rocket as much as the dog preferred, but he knew he was loved. He was a good boy, after all. The Master said so. Every day, when The… Continue Reading →

A SONG NOT FULLY SUNG • by Beth Cato

August 6, 2013Every Day Fiction 14 Comments

“Madam President, the delegation is ready.” Gloria didn’t glance towards the doorway, instead stroking the smoothness of a shot glass between her thumb and forefinger. “I hate Awakening Day celebrations. Have I mentioned that, Clarence?” “Every year, Madam.” She sighed.… Continue Reading →