Paul Mansfield
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Whiskey-bent and hell bound on self-destruction, Paul has navigated the rapids of life for over sixty years. After leaving his high-tech career in the rearview, Paul is now tearing through the twisted thoughts circling through his mind.
Stories (6)
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Sipping Whiskey and Ignoring The King James Version of The Bible
My shabby motel room's Gideon sits, gathering dust on its unopened spine. Yellowed by years of neglect, putrid from bearing witness to man's depravity to others, especially by its sacred truth-bearers. My stomach turns contemplating the hypocrisy perpetrated upon humanity by those perverting its stories for their own glory.
By Paul Mansfield2 years ago in Critique
The Job
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Ancient Martian Proverb Bannock groaned and shivered, shifting his weight on the cold metal floor they'd left him on. While groggy, he had enough sense to pull his knees to his chest and grab his ratty suit jacket tight for warmth and comfort. It felt oddly sloppy, without the bulge of his blaster pulling it tight across his chest. Bannock wished for the cold steel of his rod to be caressing his hand right now. Then he might not feel the chill so profoundly. But even a raging fire would not defeat the cold. He always felt the deep chill of space ever since his first-time off-world.
By Paul Mansfield3 years ago in Fiction
Swollen and Slow
My hands struggle with the lid on the pill jar. Arthritis pills stored in a childproof jar. Not just childproof. Adult proof if your hands now rebel against the easiest of tasks. Rebel against what might bring some relief. Rebel against temporary relief.
By Paul Mansfield4 years ago in Fiction
The Red Arrow
OTTAWA, ON, February 20, 1959 - BREAKING - Prime Minister John Diefenbaker has ordered the Avro Arrow project cancelled. In a stunning reversal, the award-winning next generation fighter jet project has not only been scrapped, but all plans, blueprints, documentation, and prototypes have been ordered destroyed immediately. The Empire has reached out to the leading scientists involved with the project, but they are unavailable for comment at this time. The Canadian Empire daily newspaper
By Paul Mansfield4 years ago in Fiction
Live, Luv, Laff at Lucy Fur's Demonic and Diabolic Emporium of Sweets and Treats
"Time to party!" Frankie guns his 454 four-barrel big block engine in his loaded Cortez Silver 1970 Corvette convertible. Top-down, blasting 'Sweet Home Alabama' on the eight-track, his racing slicks squeal as he comes in hard around the bends of the Tail of the Dragon. A tear through the Great Smokies near dusk always gets his blood running hot and his dick rock hard.
By Paul Mansfield4 years ago in Filthy
