Nathan Savin Scott

Relatable Writing

I love Facebook but I like hate Facebook too. Do you know what I mean? It wastes SO much of my time. But at the same time, it’s like crack, you know?

A Meteor Shower Hits New York: A One-Act Play

Scene: Saturday morning. A sidewalk in the East Village. TERRENCE, STEVE and OLIVIA are walking, each alone, in the same general direction along the busy city street. A bright light flashes across the sky.

There Is No Such Thing As A Fake Person

Well, not everybody can be fake unless you’re one of those annoying people in grad school who thinks that everyone who adheres to a capitalistic society is “fake,” in which case go back to the Nietzsche, dude.

The Horrors Of The Airport

Even at the things you’d think airports would be good for, like people-watching; they aren’t event good for that.

Facebook, What Happens To Your Photographs, Etc.

It sucks knowing that my face, of which I have only one, could be taken and used in an advertising, used to sell guns maybe, or as the “before” picture in an advertisement for acne medication.

The Day I Quit Being A Journalist

I was always good at the lighter stuff. The feature stories. But after a month, the editors needed writers, and they liked me enough to start giving me some hard-hitting stuff.

Inner Monologue Of Bo Obama

Well, today is the day I let him know the truth. Wake him up to the dangers that lie in our midst. And I MUST keep my resolve. No matter how many ear scratches he tosses my way.