Month: July 2025

  • Pigeon Dispatch: My food is gone.

    Entry 1. I fly in bright and early to nibble on some sunflower and my food is gone. There’s no feeder or house. Just some soot around the area the humans used to live. Even the squirrels are gone. 🕊️

    Entry 2. Sky looks off. Like seeds green with mold. I foraged for some leftovers at the neighbor’s house. It was still standing but the roof was gone. Strange the humans aren’t there either. 🕊️

    Entry 3. I hear a lot of cooing from my friends. All wondering where the humans went and if they’ll refill the feeders soon. I’m worried about food too. I might fly to the other side of the water to look for some. 🕊️

    Entry 4. No humans over the water either. Lots of cars black from smoking. Finally saw some squirrels but they said a lot of trees are gone from smoking too. Heard some gossip about a mountain of seeds and going to take a peek. 🕊️

    Entry 5. Seeds galore! Some flipped over metal bins near the tracks. Yummy millet and corn. There’s growing smoke near the tracks and a bunch of us leave to digest somewhere safer. 🕊️

    Entry 6. Got lost getting back to the feeder and took a break near some foul-smelling human-sized lumps. Did the fires hurt them? Black as soot. Lots of downed cables and smoky cars. Think I’ll turn back the way I came. 🕊️

    Entry 7. Tried to return to the metal bins near the tracks for millet and corn but got a bit lost again. Strange but hard to say which way is which. It’s like I’m dizzy. I never get lost. 🕊️

    Entry 8. I found some humans. They’re not sitting in metal bins on tracks or cars. Pulled by horses. I followed them to their houses. They are wooden with no feeders in the back. Some of the smaller humans throw seeds. 🕊️

    Entry 9. I still see smoke in the distance. Other friends join me and tell me about the downed wires and smoky cars and missing humans. They say the sky lit up green again in the old parts. I may stay here for now. 🕊️

    Entry 10. The wooden house humans go about their day completely normal. I eat leftovers from the chicken field or sometimes thrown by little humans. Then I saw her. A new pigeon. Shiny-feathered and plump. 🕊️

  • Greetings, Wasteland!

    This is a collection of short stories and sketches, dystopian with comedy mixed in. Because even in the end times, I believe there will still be something to laugh at—like the Karen who’s livid God didn’t scorch her neighbor’s garbage-strewn house first.

    The hope is maybe leave a mark of my own for archaeologists of whatever intelligent life comes next.