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Charles Bastille

Fiction — The MagicLand Chronicles

He sliced the head clean off the Gath. Why didn’t it grow back?

Eureka Mounds felt his heart race as he ran under the ancient bridge. The bridge was covered in vegetation and vines, but he could see concrete railings that must have been designed to keep Old Earth vehicles from crashing to his current vantage point.

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The Gath leaped over mounds and fallen trees with ease as Eureka sought shelter. He didn’t see any. The viaduct was nothing more than a break from the relentless sunlight. It offered no sanctuary from the quickly approaching Gath, who ran with the speed of a gazelle.

Eureka was armed with nothing but a long sword…

Suicide and the love of others

A Remembrance of an Unrequited Love

I met her more than 40 years ago at a freshman dorm mixer in college. When I saw her a few days later in the elevator as it opened on our floor and I met her gaze, I leapt like a track hurdler into the open elevator over two guys wrestling like fools in front of the doors. She smiled knowingly at the maneuver.

We hung out for a few months. We went to a football game and drank Schnapps in the frozen bleachers. We drank tequila sunrises at night and danced at the next mixer, and spent hours in…

Restive Souls Shortie

Fiction for a Broken Country

When I went to sleep last night, everything was normal.

When I woke up, everything was different. Everything was Black. But not like, hip hop Black, really.

Just, well, Black. Black culture, everywhere. With lots of Native American culture mixed in. And people referred to Native Americans as First Settlers.

Maybe I should backtrack a little here. Because none of that was apparent to me until I had been awake for several hours.

Photo by Pam Sharpe on Unsplash

When I woke up, I didn’t know where I was. A nice little house but it wasn’t really mine. And yet, I had a sense that it…


A rant aimed at 21st century (or is it 11th century?) Republicans

Dear wild-eyed, megalomaniacal, science-denying, child-hating, self-lampooning Republicans:

I don’t normally use profanity in my Medium stories. Or anywhere else in my writing, for that matter. In fact, I take great pride in the fact that my debut novel is a profanity-free zone.

But dammit all to hell, stop this shit already.

These people are crazy. Enough already.

Stop the cancel culture hypocrisy

You want cancel culture? Ask Liz Cheney about cancel culture:

Case closed.

As the esteemed anti-Trumpist Caren White has noted about the Cheney fiasco:

Trump has already handpicked her successor, Elise Stefanik, a Republican from upstate New York who until very recently disparaged…


Ten reasons why you should be, too

Before the virus hit, jackfruit was one of the new food crazes that any hipster worthy of even the smallest bitcoin mining op was into.

Not me. I’m scared of the things.

Anything you can fit Rudy Giuliani into with room to spare is not something I want sitting around my home. And these days, it’s not paranoia to imagine Rudy pushing that sucker open from the inside, jumping out and, well, doing things.

Unpleasant things.

In fact, if you look at a jackfruit, it looks like an alien pod that might really be filled with a Giuliani larva (technically…


The first printed books are in. Here’s how to get yours long before the December 7 official release date

Are you as excited as I am about the upcoming release of MagicLand? Of course you are! And what better use for Medium than as a platform for me to try to boost sales?

Photo by the author

The print version of the novel won’t be made available to the unsuspecting public until December 7, 2021 (eBook will appear in June), but there are ways for you to get your hands on a copy now. “How?” you must be asking breathlessly. Well, click here, and you’ll quickly see:

That wonderful cover you see was designed by Rachel Lopez. …

As the vaccines start doing their job, the guns are coming out.

It’s a testament to the power of the coronavirus that it managed to kill more people in a year than guns do. But now that we see some light at the end of the covid tunnel, we suddenly are experiencing the joys of a typical American summer, where some idiot with a high capacity magazine can mow down dozens of us within the span of a minute or two.

Screen shot from my Google News feed

The lead story in my Sunday news feed said:

People in the area are still urged to shelter in place. …

World Politics

There are some places where centralized governments don’t work. Afghanistan is one of them.

The United States knew in 2005 that Afghanistan was a potpourri of ethnic groups. Each had and still has its own distinctive political regime.

And yet, even though the CIA was fully aware of the ethnic composition of Afghanistan, in 2004 the United States decided to try to build a highly centralized government in Kabul.[1]

It’s worth mentioning here that today the Taliban mockingly call President Ashraf Ghani “the Mayor of Kabul,” because even though most of Kabul belongs to the central government, most of the rest of the country does not.

The base map used in this story was…

Fiction — The MagicLand Chronicles

A MagicLand Short Story

Author’s note: This short story takes place more than 2,000 years before the events of MagicLand and before The First Eradication. The characters in this shortie do not appear in the novel.

Part One

I work for Google.

I know, right? So, breathe deep, and don’t get your yarbles in your mouth about it. And no, you aren’t my droog and I can’t change your Behavior Scale. It’s an algorithm. Unless you can find a way to smash your past, you’re stuck with it.

Hey maybe you know this — but usually all I gotta do is say I work for Google…

Easter Sunday

Easter, aka Resurrection Day, reminds us that she was

Easter seems like a good time to remind us that Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute. She was a woman from a notable family who was Jesus’s right-hand man, as it were.

When a woman establishes such a powerful presence that it is obvious she will have great historical influence, a patriarchy’s first response is to try to turn her into a prostitute, or, in the case of Hillary Clinton, the leader of a cult of pedophiles.

We don’t yet know Kamala Harris’ fate in this regard because the people who create these historical memes are still working on their…

Charles Bastille

Hyperbole enthusiast and author of the upcoming novel MagicLand. All stories © 2021 by Charles Bastille. Visit

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