Insults Two by Two

Insults Two by Two

This story comes from two places: a childhood that had it’s fair share of insults slung at me and from the feelings of intense anger that have awoken in me since November 2016.

You can see the first place reflected in some of the lesser, totally repeatable insults (e.g., poopy pants). Other, more hurtful insults, may have been directed at friends or myself. Some possibly (and shamefully) may have been said by me (e.g., inbred hick).

You can see that these characters’ insults (if the insults have relation to the election) reflect a perceived entitlement to forgo politeness or political correctness some hateful homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, misogynistic, and racist individuals have displayed in their words and actions since a conman conned our nation.

These insults—from name-calling to blatant attacks on our environment and education—have made me angry. Stressed. Tribal at times.

But this story also has two characters who have something different to say than a comeback. Or maybe they say the most effective comebacks of all. I am too angry at times to feel such a non-confrontational reaction is the right reaction. After all, I’m hurt. Friends are hurt. Good people I won’t ever meet in person are hurt. And I feel dismayed and angry. And I want to do something about it. I want, in fact, to lash out.

Yet, I know that I want to stop feeling this way — angry and without control — every single time another insult comes along from this administration or its base. Instead, I want to learn to to feel a different way. Hurt, yes. I’ll always hurt, and I flee from temptations of apathy and lassitude. I want to learn to be in control, to not feel enraged. I want my reaction to be modeled on something better than the forces that are tearing at the fragile seams of our democracy. I want to find a way toward peace — if not outside myself then inside, where it must start, where it most counts.

Content Warning:
When you get a chance to see this story, just note it does use explicit and abusive language. 

When it comes out in the future, I suggest you just skip Insults Two by Two if you feel the trigger warning pertains to you.

Read featured dialogues and links to available dialogues on Randal’s Medium series.

insulting girl flipping the bird with both hands

Image source: Pixabay (free for commercial use, no attribution required). 

Viagra for a Pariah

Viagra for a Pariah

 

What is Viagra for a Pariah? Well, it’s a story about espionage in a totalitarian state. It’s the latest piece written for my my collection of creative conversations.

 

Read featured dialogues and links to available dialogues on Randal’s Medium series.

interrogation cell“Cell” by  Chris Feser (CC BY 2.0)

DigiSpouse.com Testimonial

DigiSpouse.com Testimonial

About a year ago I watched a short video about the future of dating and apps. There was a particular person (lonely, overweight, shy) who was getting very serious about a dating app. I’m not talking about Tinder, Match, or even OkCupid (this latter one is where my wife and I met). What I’m talking about is an app that is the girlfriend. An artificial intelligence girlfriend.

And that’s what inspired this story. Except I didn’t want my dater to be lonely, overweight, or shy. No. Married. Unhappy with his wife, but married.

You can enjoy the story as a Medium article or find it as the latest piece from my weekly fiction web series Dialogues: a Collection of Creative Conversations. Thanks for reading, Bookworms.

Source: DigiSpouse.com

An image license was purchased from Canva. Please do not copy or share this image.

Medea Naked on the Golden Fleece

Medea Naked on the Golden Fleece

Lit Up has published this week’s dialogue, Medea Naked on the Golden Fleece. Go give it a read.

Every week this year I’m writing a new piece for Dialogues: a Collection of Creative Conversations. Featured stories and links to published pieces are available at the  Medium series. I recommend zooming in or or out, or just going full screen on your computer if you get a “read on a larger screen” error. For a phone, download the Medium app.

Thanks again, Bookworms, for reading and supporting me as I write this short story collection. Every like and subscription here, clap on Medium, and follower on Twitter is validation that I’m not just writing for myself, but creating something others value as well.

Medea Naked on the Golden Fleece

Die Hoffnung (Hope 1), 1903 oil painting by Gustav KlimtDie Hoffnung (Hope 1), 1903 oil painting by Gustav Klimt / Source: Wikimedia Commons

 

Related links:
Web Series Content: a descriptive table of contents for Dialogues.
Read the first dialogue published outside the series: Tarnished Time.

Two Conversations with Four Voices

Two Conversations with Four Voices

I’ve written a new piece for my series. It’s a sort of literary puzzle. To find out more, simply keep following, as I’m actively seeking a publisher for this odd little conversation (or should I say conversations).

Read featured dialogues and links to available dialogues on Randal’s Medium seriesrestaurant patrons

 

In other news, I had a story come out yesterday in Spelk. If you missed the notification, please give it a read. It’s short microfiction intended to pack a punch.

A New Kind of Mother - A Flash Fiction Story by Randal Eldon Greene

You can always find all the online reads at the Read Randal Online section of my website. Thanks for being the best kind of bookworms there are: viciously voracious.

Tarnished Time is in The Creative Cafe

The Creative Cafe published Tarnished Time. I’m so happy to see this one available to read for free. It’s also a part of my dialogue collection. Happy reading!

 

Check out Tarnished Time in The Creative Cafe
tree

Photo is a remix from Pixabay, free for commercial use w/ no attribution required. 

Tarnished Time

Tarnished Time

This week’s dialogue for my weekly fiction web series is Tarnished Time. It’s one of my favorites so far. Go ahead and check it out the series to see links and featured dialogues. A  descriptive list of all the stories can be found at this link.

UPDATE: Tarnished Time has also been published separately in The Creative Cafe. You can read it at this link: https://thecreative.cafe/tarnished-time-4b7aae6e0151

From the story: All I do anymore is sit around remembering. . . I remember myself. Other people too. Places. Half-witted time. The kind that dances to the thoughts of other decades of one’s life. 

Tarnished Clock

Image source: Pixabay, free for commercial use, no attribution required.