War is hell, especially on the stomach. I have to say though, I have eaten NATO ration packs and they're not bad. I wrote a similar item about the lack of eggs in WWI. You could probably find some kind of wild meat locally that would be better than Spam.
I have to say that I have never heard of Lydia Sigourney. I guess her work never made it across the pond. I see that you have premium membership and wonder if it would have been a good idea to include links to examples of her writings.
As a piece of writing, this is well put together. I like the way you have linked this biography to a family member as a way in. You are right about religion being used as a form of control. This was the case in UK right up to the 1960s.
An interesting take on the prompt. The first part describes well what happens if you ride the slide. The second seems to be a flash back of how Jacob came to be in that predicament. I found it slightly confusing.
There are a few places that call for a comma. Read it out loud and you will soon spot them.
A short but charming piece. More of a blog entry than a story. Watch out for those repeated words. You could build on this with stories of Nala's antics, the birth of the kittens, finding homes for them.
By the way, I do hope the kittens haven't been removed from their mother yet. They should be at least eight weeks before they leave home.
That little adventure was way too short. He's with Grandma for six weeks. The treasure hunt lasted a few hours. Lloyd could have found it necessary to study the geology book to find the next clue. His hunt could be interrupted by meals and bedtime. The treasure could have been something which would lead to a lifelong interest.
Well, it didn't take very long to get to know Marcus. Some people could find his love of trivia challenging. Although this is a complete story, it is also something which could grow. Already, we have moved on to February facts. And there's a whole year to work through.
This is so true. I have a mug with the legend 'I'm not overweight, I'm undertall'. I am happy when I see larger models, actors, popstars. So why does everyone on social media use filters to look thinner?
At 67, I really don't care about other people's opinion. I have the same figure I had aged eighteen. Live with it!
An unusual combination of short story and poetry. I take it from the bolded last line that this was a contest entry. We get to know Jade, but Elliot is left as a bit of an enigma. It used to be a flower in the lapel, or a rolled up paper; since when has blind dating been reduced to a number. So impersonal.
I think I married him. There are a lot of Kennys in this world. More tell than show, but an interesting life story. With a lot of work this would make a good novel. Use this as your outline, then expand each stage in Kenny's life into a chapter or two.
If only life was that easy. I can't even get my shopping delivered without photo ID. I thought hermits shut themselves away, not travelled the world. He sounds more like a fake than a fakir, conning his way through life. I know what he means about every day being a celebration. I've got to the stage in my life where I celebrate just waking up every day.
A good start, but flash fiction should tell a complete story, this doesn't. As a snippet of something much longer, I am intrigued as to where it is going. I see that you have listed it as sci-fi. Maybe a 'men in black' kind of thing? I worked as a temp for a while. Nothing so interesting happened to me.