Doug Langille

hack writer & shameless technophile

Solitude

Eddie Zovinovich

less than 1 minute read

No one could pronounce my last name growing up.

Pink Tint

less than 1 minute read

So much blood.

Haley Dreams

1 minute read

My dreams always started the same way.

The Interview

less than 1 minute read

Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip.

Lessons

2 minute read

So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.

Observation

less than 1 minute read

I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.

First Fledging

less than 1 minute read

I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.

Tanked!

less than 1 minute read

Bob cruises with stealth

I Shovel Dirt

less than 1 minute read

I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.

Waiting

less than 1 minute read

Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.