Mike Casey
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Aspiring writer, father and husband that just likes to tell stories.
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72-Hour Extension
“Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” – Some idiot who just screwed up. Professor Scrate, Sir, I am requesting another extension for the assignment due tomorrow, Feb 24th in Agricultural History 431. I know you told me that you wouldn’t grant me anymore extensions once football season was over, it isn’t because of sports this time though. I think I’ll need a 72-hour extension due to an error with my Personal Time Skip Device that I loaned out from the library. I also am asking for help, I have hurt my hand and it is making it difficult to type. Could you please contact my academic advisor, Mrs. Devrie, and tell her that I may not make the departure time for my colonization internship so that I can finish my research project? Thank you. If you do not hear from me in 96 hours, please send help. I am in the year 1673 B.C. in Crete.
By Mike Casey4 years ago in Fiction
Red on Yellow
He looked down and remarked to himself how nicely red and yellow pair together. His breath felt ragged, but the air smelled sweet. The field of marigolds rose and fell with the hills and butted up against the sky on the horizon. They were beautiful. He was happy that this would be the last thing he would see in this life.
By Mike Casey4 years ago in Fiction
A Direction For Demons
Have you ever lived your life without inner peace? There are people out there who claim to have their demons and use them as an excuse to act the way they do. But, then, some are just the opposite—people who pretend that everything is fine. But things are not fine, and they’re just ignoring the warning signs, red flags, and their own toxic behavior.
By Mike Casey4 years ago in Confessions
How Do You Like My Jacket?
When my Papa died, I didn't take it very well. Even though it was expected, I was a wreck. I always thought that I was his favorite, even though he never would have admitted that to any of my brothers. He was the middle kid too, so maybe that was it. Or perhaps it was that I was his only grand daughter and looked so much like Mom when she was my age.
By Mike Casey4 years ago in Fiction
