The purple glow is hungry. When Dave skips the line, the employees don't just get mad—they get fast. A tech-horror strategist's take on the midnight snack run.
This story is freaking brilliant, sir. I feel like you touched the jugular vein of America here. We should collaborate on some flash fiction about that - it's a subject close to my heart! 😉 Seriously though, this story is AMAZING. It needs way more attention.
Thank you! This one came from a very real place. The purple glow has claimed many a Friday night. I'm very much open to a collaboration. What's the angle you're thinking?
Dinner time with the kids can be one of the hardest parts of the day, haha! I loved this. Not to mention, that Purple-glow place ALWAYS messes up our orders…
Ha, thanks! So here's the thing, this actually happened. Years ago, I genuinely rage-quit a TB drive-thru because my kids couldn't decide what they wanted. Just drove off. They still bring it up, it became family lore. "Remember when Dad lost it?"
I wrote this story years later, processing what that moment felt like. The exhaustion, the way their complaints just never stopped. Turned it into cosmic horror because that's what it was in my head.
Gave my kids a copy of the collection (WRONG CHANNELS) for Christmas last year. They're adults now. My son read it and just looked at me like "oh god, I'm Dave now." They finally get it. Not as a funny story about Dad being dramatic, but as the actual horror of being locked in that loop forever. Golden arches to purple glow and back again, knowing you'll do it all again tomorrow because what else can you do?
Anyway, glad it hit. Yeah, they always mess up the order, but the real “monsters” are always in the backseat. 😏
That’s hilarious! I know the feeling very well. I have four, though the two younger ones aren’t quite old enough to voice opinions yet. Thankfully, my two older kids can generally agree, but heaven forbid it isn’t a take-out night and they dislike what my husband or I cooked. 😂
This story is freaking brilliant, sir. I feel like you touched the jugular vein of America here. We should collaborate on some flash fiction about that - it's a subject close to my heart! 😉 Seriously though, this story is AMAZING. It needs way more attention.
Thank you! This one came from a very real place. The purple glow has claimed many a Friday night. I'm very much open to a collaboration. What's the angle you're thinking?
I’ll send you a message about it!
Dinner time with the kids can be one of the hardest parts of the day, haha! I loved this. Not to mention, that Purple-glow place ALWAYS messes up our orders…
Ha, thanks! So here's the thing, this actually happened. Years ago, I genuinely rage-quit a TB drive-thru because my kids couldn't decide what they wanted. Just drove off. They still bring it up, it became family lore. "Remember when Dad lost it?"
I wrote this story years later, processing what that moment felt like. The exhaustion, the way their complaints just never stopped. Turned it into cosmic horror because that's what it was in my head.
Gave my kids a copy of the collection (WRONG CHANNELS) for Christmas last year. They're adults now. My son read it and just looked at me like "oh god, I'm Dave now." They finally get it. Not as a funny story about Dad being dramatic, but as the actual horror of being locked in that loop forever. Golden arches to purple glow and back again, knowing you'll do it all again tomorrow because what else can you do?
Anyway, glad it hit. Yeah, they always mess up the order, but the real “monsters” are always in the backseat. 😏
That’s hilarious! I know the feeling very well. I have four, though the two younger ones aren’t quite old enough to voice opinions yet. Thankfully, my two older kids can generally agree, but heaven forbid it isn’t a take-out night and they dislike what my husband or I cooked. 😂