Posts by Melissa Moorer

Shitstorm photo
March 27, 2017 | Nonfiction

Shitstorm

Melissa Moorer

Now Dad would have to drive us to Mom’s in the shit-mobile, which probably wouldn’t start even if he could get the car doors open. Cows were standing pinned between the car and the wall and the doors had been frozen shut since the storm even without all the extra ice and frozen manure. Dad had tried pouring boiling water over the handles days ago, but the doors only worked while the handle was still too hot then froze solid again, worse than before. 

Peephole photo
November 24, 2016 | Fiction

Peephole

Melissa Moorer

I didn’t ask why you spent all that time and energy making a hole with all the wrong tools instead of calling the landlord.