A. S. Lawrence
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Tom's Trojan Paste. Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
I switched toothpastes when the conspiracy theories finally got to me. Patty Lovarco, my seventh grade science teacher, was the first to warn me about the toxic effects of fluoride. Since then, I had done a bit of research, and searched my soul for an answer to the question: "Would my own government really do that to me?"
By A. S. Lawrence11 months ago in Humor
A Brief New Legend of Muses and Musings
There once was a goddess, whose responsibility it was to make the artists on Earth productive and exciting. In an era of decay and corruption, her favorite musician lost his love and fell into a spiral of depression and lethargy. He rarely wrote or created or sang. She lamented his abstention, and searched for ways to rekindle his heart.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
Kraft Dinner, America's Boxed Child
An American describing their culture is like an adolescent writing their autobiography. The themes come from older family members and teachers, leaving little room for originality. American cuisine illustrates this—our main dishes, such as pizza, seem to be borrowed from our progenitors in Europe and elsewhere.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Feast
Ansel and Greta
In a densely populated neighborhood in America, there lived a man with his wife and two children. His children were enthusiastic creators and builders, and they filled his small home to the point of bursting with all their projects, gadgets, and other brainchildren. The man, having a meager income, could not afford a larger space for the children to spawn their fantasies.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted Yogurt of Wüd Grane
I had always regarded yogurt as a safe foodstuff—perhaps not as reliable as your standard whole milk or cheddar, but certainly more innocuous than an exotic cheese. If you eat something called a ghost pepper, you might reasonably expect something spooky to happen, but I hadn’t ever encountered a yogurt named after the grim reaper or a disembodied spirit.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Photography
One Language, Undivided
It was an eerie yuletide night. The Christmas ale began to make my brain dance jigs. I sat by the fire with my novel, and found myself zooming out and comprehending the words on the pulp in nonlinear sequences. I enjoy doing this for fun, as an amateur oracle might enjoy tossing tea leaves. These wanderings of the mind and spirit are highly productive of new, penetrating revelations.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Motivation
