Zion Press

Zion Press --Alexis Davis kicked her brand-new Merry Otter book. As a child, she had loved the stories, the world, the universe the author created, and when she saw a brand-new copy of the cheerful pinniped for sale, she jumped on it and de Nile had it on her front porch the next day. But now, wailing, because her foot hurt and because the author had so disappointed her, she began to pout. The flashing light on her phone let her know that someone was calling, which threw her off; nobody she knew actually called. Oh! Except her friend, Alice. Alice rarely called unless it was something vital. Alexis slid the green icon across the phone to hear the sobbing coming from the other end; apparently Alice had started the call prior to Alexis picking up. "My parents" (hiccup) "are done with me!" A hiccup followed by a sob came through the phone line. "They've told everyone not to talk to me!" Alexis sucked in her breath. She always knew Alice's parents wer...

  Kelly looked at the scene in front of her, not quite horrified, a bit perplexed, but mainly shocked. Having grown up on an apple orchard, which meant picking, packing, cleaning, making cider, peeling, and generally having more knowledge about apples than any one person really needed, she determined as an adult, and as a mother, she wouldn't subject her kids to apples. It's not like she hated them, just more like they held no interest. However , she also knew that many people did like apples, and that, in general, they were a pretty good source of nourishment. They didn't provide the entire meal, but could certainly add to it. When her kids were younger, she simply avoided them, choosing to serve other fruit instead, including grapes, oranges, strawberries, watermelon, raspberries, blueberries, and cantaloupe. Whenever her children asked, she simply told them she didn't care for apples, but they were free to choose when they were older. Figuring the day of reck...

  Zion Press -- Scowling at the report in front of him, or as much as he could scowl given his last few appointments with the esthetician, Chaz tried to absorb the information. The state had a net loss of 157,000 people in 2019, and that was before the pandemic. How long, he wondered, could the state rely on its charm before people realized charm didn't pay the bills? But the people did. Overturning one of the propositions would allow for more money to come to the state, through the taxing of businesses, and the money was slated to go the schools for education, but really, Chaz knew there would always be another project that needed it more. So would those ingrates vote for the proposition? He hoped so. The coffers were running dry. Maybe that was because of all of the unemployment he had to pay out. He briefly wondered if there was a connection between shutting down the state, like a father grounding his children, and the unemployment running dry. The thought flittered away. Maybe ...

  Zion Press – “Algorithms are never wrong”, thought Michelle as she posted her resume on a site that looked promising. She never figured that at this point in her life, she would be actively looking for a job, but here she was, putting her resume out there for all to see, investigate, and ultimately, ignore. Hundreds of websites promised results, and more than one or two were willing to teach her all kinds of secrets for making money while doing nothing. Being the skeptical soul she was, Michelle passed on those, knowing the only way they made anyone money was the one selling the secret, but only the first one. The next one would come at an additional price, and then the next four at four additional installments, and she still wouldn’t have any information. But the algorithms should know the difference between warehouse work from 3 a.m. to 11 a.m. vs. a work from home position, right? Of course she wouldn’t get ads, texts and emails offering work now for a job she had no interest ...