“Why is he still breathing?” The oddly familiar male voice, cuts through the fog of my mind.
“I’m sorry Sir.” A softer female voice replies.
“Do you know how many laws we’re breaking with me being here while he is still breathing?”
“Yes Sir. But—”
“No buts. This is never supposed to happen. Do you know who I am?”
“Of course, Sir. Mr Carmichael.”
Continue reading “Seeing Double by Ross Dyter”
In an amazingly short amount of time Christopher J Ananias has produced over twenty pieces of top fiction for the site. And, in my humble opinion, though all are top shelf, none rate higher than The Footnotes.
Continue reading “Literally Rerun – The Footnotes by Christopher J Ananias”
Week 606
Another week has gone by. And another week has to be looked at.
And here I am with another pile of pish to annoy you with!!!
My inspiration this week, has been a couple of newspaper stories.
But before we start I’d like to share this.
Again, comments between us made me remember this!! Shit!! Now that I think on it, I better explain – We were discussing Catholicism!!!
Connolly is a total and utter genus!!
I read this week that ‘Hotel California’ was voted the greatest driving song ever. I think that’s a brilliant song, but I beg to differ.
There was also ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ – Brilliant, but not the best ‘Queen’ song and ‘Radar Love’ by ‘Golden Earing’…Maybe a contender???
Probably any ZZTop song or one of my favourites, ‘’The Quo’ could be there…Maybe even ‘Cheap Trick’ or ‘Whitesnake’???
Continue reading “Week 606 – ‘A’ Level Guilt, Whit A Voice And Tombstone Was His Best!”
We are gathered here. Waiting for the opportunity. The younger one thinks we are loathsome, ignorant creatures, but the old woman knows better.
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Ava Nash finally possessed almost everything she knew she deserved.
She thought back to the winter, to the morning her landlord, Philip, had accosted her.
“Don’t think I’m going to be persuaded once again by you blinking those pretty blue eyes at me, unless there’s going to be more to follow,” he leered. “Rent’s due by tomorrow at 3:00. If it’s not in my hand by then, we’re going to have to work out another arrangement.”
Continue reading “Bird by Danielle Burke”
I was surveying the sandy beach laid out before me from a vantage point on the clifftop. I’d been hiking for hours, days on end, along the coastal path. It was late in the century. Herring gulls and fulmars rode the thermals of the summer’s day and I was thinking about the latest spiders.
The creepy beasts have a long and honourable history, beginning in the depths of ancient time. But it was millennia before we were able to unleash their true potential.
Continue reading “A Thing about Spiders by Alex Faulkner”
That goddamn Buick screamed around the corner with its rusted chrome hubcaps shooting off like flying saucers from Plan 9 from Outer Space. Talia’s face and her yellow whiskey eyes came to me in that frozen millisecond like an old 3D image in a ViewMaster. I can’t remember what she said when she left me the night before, but there were those eyes from the day we met four years ago, and that’s what I saw as the tires smoked skidwild across the asphalt, and the cracked tri-shield hood ornament narrowed down as a laser reticle focused on its target, which was me. But I was late because Talia took the alarm with her when she left, and I had to take the commuter train, which was delayed that morning by a single minute due to a signal malfunction.
Continue reading “Minute by Robert Reece”
1985
There comes a moment when God stops everything and shines the Big Light on you. You’re presented with a problem that has no solution, and doing nothing isn’t possible. When that first happened to me in 1985, I learned the truth: the closer you get to God, the further you are from your humanity. I have yet to decide if that’s sarcasm, irony, or the wages of being holy. But none of it mattered at that moment. It was up to me to select the least shitty course of action, and I had to choose now.
Continue reading “When the Railroad Comes by Leila Allison”
When news broke this morning that the Chloe Dunham, the largest and most powerful freighter in our company’s fleet of intergalactic transporters, had disappeared following an intense storm in the Outer Belt, I did what any good chief executive officer would do. I called a press conference.
You don’t get to be a president of one of the largest mining and exploration businesses in the sector without being pro-active. I was thinking of my company’s reputation. Over the years I had attended countless media training sessions—this is a dangerous business—and I knew it was my job to get out in front of the story and do everything in my power to control the narrative. That’s the only way to negate bad publicity.
Continue reading “For the Good of the Company by Chaz Osburn”
“My cup runneth over.” – David
Many who love Leonard Cohen and his most famous song, “Hallelujah,” are not aware that the song is a STORY SONG about the biblical character of David.
David is a religious figure for billions of people on the planet; he is, for sure, a historical figure; and he’s considered in this essay as a literary character, mostly.
Continue reading “Sunday Whatever: The Faith So Great by Dale Barrigar”
I will open with a stupid “duh” remark: Lots of things have changed in writing in the past fifty years. I’ve been at it that long, but the first ten I was a songwriter. That began with dreamy eyed teen minor chord ditties about things I knew nothing about and eventually devolved into writing drunken snatches of genius (i.e. drunk shite, as they say in Scotland) on anything that would take a pen (I hate pencils, they feel like dirt and their smell makes me sneeze). Then, later, when not too shitty they were matched to a number of beats and a chord pattern. I have probably written two hundred songs in my life and not one of them exists on one sheet of paper. Some were recorded on a demo that someone somewhere probably recorded over a long time ago.
Continue reading “Week 605: Never too Late, Hitler Found Love at 56”
