Showing posts with label fireworks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fireworks. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2026

Social Commentary Opportunity

It's almost the Fourth of July, and that means it's time to write about a dystopian future or alternative timeline in which fireworks are banned. Could you imagine such a thing?

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Holiday Proposal

We, and by we I mean the citizens of the United States of America, need a second holiday in July (provisional name: Big July) for people to use up all their leftover fireworks so they don't do it in dribs and drabs for weeks after, and curiously before, the 4th.

Friday, July 4, 2025

Happy Fourth of July

Happy Fourth of July to all Americans, and to all non-Americans, you get a day too. It just won't have as many explosions in it.

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

Happy Post-Apocalyptic Fourth of July!

We partied too hard and destroyed civilization! Well, these things happen. So, anybody the successor of a secret martial arts school? No? We probably should have checked that before we bought the fireworks.

Monday, July 3, 2023

Happy 4th of July!

I'm so excited, I couldn't even write out "fourth." Do you think that, in the future, we'll celebrate by dragging an asteroid toward Earth and blowing it up? I sure hope so. Write your congressman today.

Monday, July 5, 2021

The First Stars

The crew hauled over another crate and forced off the lid. Two of the men hoisted the dull gray lump and fit it in the cannon, and a susurrus ran up and down the crowd on the hill a safe distance behind. The cannoneers confirmed the direction, assumed their positions, dropped protective bindings over their eyes, and fired.
The inert byproduct of the archsages' miraculous processes activated for the last time, as if it remembered it used to be dragon hearts, unicorn horns, naga skins, and other fabulous items and flared with pride. The cannon propelled the magically active mass into the night sky where it took its place next to the other waste as a light shining forever.
The crowd cheered and marveled that even the refuse of their mighty civilization could decorate the heavens so magnificently. Romantics looked forward to a night sky brighter than the day, while realists asked where they would find enough dragons for that.
The crew worked throughout the night in front of the admiring crowd, and the results persist above us.
Finis