Author Trevor MacDonnell

There once was a man who wanted to be a duck. He dreamed of floating in the water, eating bread, and harassing small children who wander too close to his pond. He tried strapping on a bill and wearing arm...

Every labored breath draws in the raw frigid air that surrounds the grey scale wasteland I lay dying in.  It stings my blistered face, the rosiness of my cheeks melding with the parched blood. Through the...

I had a skydive blunder I went to the land down under I wish it were Australia But now I’m in hysteria All around me is fire In a place for dirty liars Pitchforks prodding my...

The Easter Bunny shot Satan It was a pretty ordinary day The Easter Bunny shot Lucifer The crowd all shouted hooray Hell was rising, bodies were flying But the Easter Bunny saved the day On a...

Sunlight comes pouring in the window, gently washing over my tired face. The salty air tickles my nostrils as it wafts by and the gentle waves try to rock me back to sleep, but it’s not enough. I’m too...

6 a.m., been stuck in a foxhole wide awake all night waiting for the enemy, the pouring rain has us covered in gravy, and the fun dip from the ground is stuck in our licorice boots. We stacked up mounds of...