Yesteryear Fiction

School of the Meat Doctrine
By Amanda Firefox


“It’s either the truth, or it isn’t!” Jara slapped her young student with the stick again. “I want answers! Answers!” The stick came down again, cracked against the student’s jaw, left him reeling.

“The shaman says that he’s been to the moon, that he has seen the crystal cities there, that he has danced and called upon the ancestors in the broken and airless palace of the forgotten king.” He cowered. “There is no way to verify his story. All we know is that he seems to know things about the surface that he shouldn’t.” The student shook his head. “I can’t explain it.”

“You know the rules.” She spat back. “If you can’t explain it, it doesn’t exist.”

“Yes Ma’am.” the student cowered.

“Say it!” Jara demanded, raising the stick ominously.

“If you can’t explain it, it doesn’t exist!” came the hurried response. The instructor grinned.

“Good boy.” She settled back in her chair, legs spread, knees apart.

“Now be a good little priest and come here.” She grinned. “I have another job for you.”


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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.