Fiction, and other made-up stories
<Part I> <Part II> Drew took it upon himself to inform me of his mother’s condition at random times, as though to minimize any possibility of overlong discussion. In the middle of class, he’d reach over, “She’s on an experimental drug and says it makes her smell like garlic”, or “The doctors have cleared her […]
<Part I here> But Drew’s true love had been physics. He’d sit in the library, teaching me everything he knew on the subject under a bronze lamp. It had been more than enough to get me through my classes, but he’d never stopped pushing into that world, the one where the smallest things combined […]
How I came to know that Drew Ramos regularly went to other worlds was nothing more than a bookmark nestled in a Harry Potter book (the sixth one, I think) that came spinning out when I happened to knock the book off an end table. Drew was the type who would re-read Harry Potter […]
It isn’t easy. But it’s not as hard as you think, either. Anyone could have a great novel inside of them, but it’s not going to matter if you don’t write it. Here’s my insight, and do’s and don’ts. Read a ton of other books. Or, you know, don’t, and write something that just comes […]
In honor of our friend X, who has posted many a funny in his time, I’m providing a meagre attempt at replicating his hilariousness (which is badly missed). So without further ado, eleven (not ten) reasons why Donald J Trump will absolutely be re-elected in November 2020 as President of the United States: Even if […]
I wrote a story last week called Eclipsed and posted it, a strange story in my view. I don’t like to explain my stories because there’s usually no explanation. I write from the gut. I don’t plan, or think. In fact, my best pieces get written because I’m not thinking. Words just tumble out, and […]
Wake up. There’s dishes in the sink, an unused car in the driveway. Flip to the internet, and there it is, finally, the real truth about lockdowns, the thing they will never tell you: lockdowns decrease the size of your penis. I run to the bathroom and have a look down there. “Seems […]
I want this girl’s hair! No stories this week! Just wanted to say that I’m pushing on edits of my book, thanks to a couple of wonderful blog buddies that I called out in my last post (https://trentlewin.com/2020/05/03/the-arms-of-village/) – they helped with tremendous suggestions and edits. Hope to illustrate the publishing journey through the blog, […]
In a field of garbage, when you stoop to retrieve an aluminum can with your lips, you taste a little of what once was in there. EEEE remembers makeshift boots made of tape, and animals darting away. He remembers plastic bags full of alum, the lightest metal, and tracking out of the waste to […]
“Come work in the call centre with me,” says the Indian boy. “Saying that because you’re drunk,” I tell him. “Not at all.” He chugs his beer. “Why does a broke boy come to India?” “Have you ever been to Brandon, Manitoba? Ever experienced being the worst student in Brandon, Manitoba?” […]
