Short Stories & Poetry

A Very Short Story: Millennial Worker Bee

There once was a Millennial girl. She worked real hard, got good grades, and went out into the world. Every deadline, every good deed she sought–done.

That is, until the Waylayers came.

They came, armed and ready with their excuses, surrounding her at every turn: “I need more time!” and “I didn’t know I needed do that!” hung from their every orifice, the words bitter and broken, trailing over their lips.

Deadlines passed, expectations rose, foolishness ensued. And still, the little Millennial girl–branded by these Waylayers and naysayers as part of a lazy, decrepit generation–continued to see them disrupt, hem and haw, and delay progress. Fires broke out; chaos ensued. And still the little Millennial girl turned in her work on time, working dutifully at her desk, surrounded by the fires of Waylayers who burned it all to the ground. All efforts, ash, dust and must.

Until one day, the little Millennial girl stood up from her desk and leaned to crack her back. She took up her keyboard, broke it in two over her knee, and calmly picked up her purse and notebooks after tightening the bow around her ponytail. She said:

“That’s enough of this crap; I’m off to be a writer.”

And that was all she wrote.

Short Stories & Poetry

I Walked Into a Room

I walked into a room today
Inside there were many windows, looking out into other places far away.
But their imagery was so clear and pristine,
I might’ve walked inside and joined them.

In one room, hexagonal in shape, were two oxen
yoked together, pulling at each other, striving to knock the other down.
They trampled their partner, knifing one another with their hooves.
The yoke split and harpooned
Casting a bloodied silhouette of victory onto the wall.
I left, easing myself away from the entry way.
As the bloodied beast passed me by.



Ponderings, Short Stories & Poetry

Wolf Ear: A Free Write (Poetry)

Wolf Ear

We have the wolf by the ear and we mean to keep it.
It is not our error, it’s theirs–we see clearly in our broken mirror.
They who so callously rejoice to higher concepts than they think we possess
We who hold all the answers with our rod and staff, we ignite the stars and drown them!

We are like two weights in the sea circling each other
The more we battle, the further we spiral down,
to depths even scholars cannot fathom.
The seagulls cry out above us
the waves bring up our blood
but we will never turn back, we will never surrender.

We will keep this wolf, this slavery
You will bow down and remain in line.
If hatred we be–hatred we are
Power, control, money, prestige–
you know nothing if we control your being.

You will honor and worship us.
We will strike out at the lone voice who calls out in the night.


A quick, free write from the perspective of evil. Religious symbolism, hypocrisy, and allusions to history tied together with modern day events and evils.

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-A.R. Clayton