Chip Hilton, Author at Postcards from The Pug Bus

man wearing a hoodie that says decentralize everything

"What class am I?"

Class in American Society

8/8/25 Chip Hilton cultural commentary216 Views

(Class in American Society presents the kind of profiles you’d find in a field guide annotated by a disillusioned anthropologist with a flair for satire… Read More

""This sure beats the old math."

News

The Home School NIL Gold Rush Is Here

7/29/25 Chip Hilton 231 Views

By the time Micah Green turned twelve, he had trademarked his cursive penmanship footage and inked a co-branded flashcard deal with Staples. Young Master Green… Read More

"I'll keep an eye out for you."

Weed

The Third Eye’s Bonus Side Effects

7/16/25 Chip Hilton marijuana257 Views

The third eye–let’s call it E3, because enlightenment sounds cooler if it sounds like a software update–has long been revered as the gateway to divine… Read More

an oldish looking man wearing a hat, He has a long goatee and an elaborate mustache.

“I don’t always grow a beard, but when I do, it’s to show off my manliness.”

Culture

Beards Are for Blowhards

7/12/25 Chip Hilton 241 Views

Beards and goatees are the facial equivalent of distressed jeans. They are worn to project rugged authenticity while quietly being curated with an artisanal beard… Read More

a woman standing at a table in a restaurant blowing a chef's kiss to a man seated at a table eating

"Same to you, buddy."

Flash

Chef’s Kiss

7/7/25 Chip Hilton 50-Word Stories, Brevity is the Soul, flash fiction, Micro Satire251 Views

He murmured “chef’s kiss” and leaned in close. She tilted her head. He kissed the duck confit. Ardently. She froze, stunned. “Sublime rendering,” he sighed.… Read More

a man's hand touching a rose crowing in concrete

"You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. (Ziggy)

Flash

A Rose in Any Other Place

7/6/25 Chip Hilton 50-Word Stories, Brevity is the Soul, flash fiction, Micro Satire225 Views

She bloomed in a crack of concrete, defiantly. Commuters passed, blind to her grace, but one man paused. He knelt, wept, and whispered her name–forgotten… Read More

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