Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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187 Nocturnal Fruitions
By second grade, she and her husband knew he'd be relegated to Special Ed. "What will you discover tonight, Brock?" his mom asked. "Every night you wake up with great ideas. I bet you'll cure cancer tonight. You've already solved the energy crisis, drug addiction, and the homeless problem, right? Because you're a genius, Brockie."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
186 Independence Day
Around midnight, September 20, 1777, 1200 British soldiers crashed fences and launched a surprise bayonet attack on sleeping American revolutionary troops encamped near Malvern, Pennsylvania. This Battle of Paoli was one of the Revolutionary War's bloodiest.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
185 Special Delivery
The stork knew he was busted. "You called me, sir?" he asked. Mr. Natal looked up. "Yes." The stork waited uncomfortably. Finally, Natal spoke. "You delivered the wrong babies to the wrong couples, Mr. Stork. It wouldn't be so bad, but one's a girl and the other's a boy. Wrong babies, wrong genders--wrong everything!"
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
184 Doubling Down: a Kafkaesque Fable Where the Sky's the Limit
One morning, Mr. Brobdingnag woke from troubled dreams, finding himself transformed in his bed into twice his size. Sitting up, his head hit the sloping dormer ceiling. He realized he'd best escape this room if still growing. He couldn't stand tall, instead crawling to his bedroom door.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
#183 — Halves, Have-Nots, and Halfway There!
Demi, a half-way sort of girl, committed to nothing, never went "all in," halving it all. She did, if you want to know the half-truth (a whole lie), have it all, but she was split between her medium altruism and self-serving, self-having personality.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
181 Keeping Watch. Top Story - June 2024.
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
