On my 13th birthday, my family gathered around for a celebration of thankfulness to the gods for allowing me to live.  Early that morning, I woke and smelled the cooked meats.  My mother told me 5 deer, 2 calves, and 30 fish roasted over an open fire for our family feast.  Roasted grains, eggs, fresh vegetables, honey, and pomegranates rounded out the meal.  As the time approached for our family to gather, I remember seeing a sliver of sun peaking through the clouds and descending on small part of Uruk I stood upon.  Perhaps this is a sign from the gods of things to come, I thought to myself that midday.  Perhaps  things are changing for me.

Chapter 2 of my novel, “The Babel Pandemic”.

I will be writing this book chapter by chapter.  Each chapter will be released by Tuesday morning.  There will also be an audio podcast of each chapter as well. Chapter 1 The old lady cleaned up the meal they ate  minutes ago.  Her husband sat outside of their home relaxing and humming some song he…

The Q Began last March, and though I can’t be sure, I believe that was a year and two months ago.  I have no proof right now, but it’s been warm here in downtown Worcester, Massachusetts for over a week now, and that just doesn’t happen unless it’s May.  Its crazy how one day I can be teaching Math to a bunch 7th grade middle school students at Forest Grove, and the next I’m asked to go home and stay there by my bosses, the media, politicians, doctors, and a bunch of stay at home moms turned infectious disease experts on social media.  So I went home, and for the next three weeks, played X-box with my college friends from around the country.

The following short story is a work of fiction by Martin Holman.  Any resemblance to real life (with the exception of the 2020 pandemic and the My Lai Massacre) is purely coincidental.

My first novel, “Flat Earth” is now officially released and ready to buy digitally!  You can buy it on Kindle or Apple Books or Kobo or Smashwords.  If you’re looking for a good book to read, consider trying this one for a late night read or your virtual book club!  I hope you like it!

On a cold December morning in 2017, I met with a group of friends (that I still meet with, though this morning it will be on Zoom) and we discussed our dreams.  Not the kind that you have when you’ve spun through a deep cycle of sleep and are close to waking up, but the ones that spur you on to make it through this life.  The dreams that push you to be better than you are, while at the same time help you be the person you were created to become.