Here we are at Week 225. The year is fair flying in.
I didn’t have to look far for inspiration, our papers were full of it. They normally are!
Continue reading “Week 225 – Tears, Who Really Cares and Archie Gemmill Was Also In Trainspotting.”
Here we are at Week 225. The year is fair flying in.
I didn’t have to look far for inspiration, our papers were full of it. They normally are!
Continue reading “Week 225 – Tears, Who Really Cares and Archie Gemmill Was Also In Trainspotting.”
Wilma sat down at the table.
“You’re a fisherman for fuck sake.”
“I was, I’m retired.”
“That’s beside the point, you know what it’s like about here, you were a fisherman and you always will be!”
Continue reading “Splash by Hugh Cron – Very Strong Language and Adult Content”
Leila has presented us with another excellent Rerun submission, this time from the pen (well keyboard one suspects) of Gina Yates – this is what she said.
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Dead Man’s Hand by Gina Yates”
I’ve mentioned before that I don’t read novels anymore. I miss them but I think when you read as many shorts as we do, your reading discipline changes. At one time I enjoyed reading forty pages of build up, now I think ‘Get fucking on with it.’
Continue reading “Week 224 – Characters, Sixteen Points And Two Types Of Shandy”
Ultimatums arise, spread wings and words selected by energies:
Listen; The mercury is resolved. Beneath my hand Earth passes
a quick shadow, recollects the distinction of breath. New feathers
find warm wing to grow from. Cup and juice, Earth and seed, are
one. The secret is the grip. By the finger nails if need be. Mostly
by one corner of the mind, an edge where roots strike, curl like a
rattler. Sometimes the heart’s enough.
Continue reading “Fall-out from a Workshop Where Words Rise by Tom Sheehan”
All writers have that one bugaboo story that refuses to finish. It’s as though the damned thing has something against you, and would do anything to mess with you, even to the point of sacrificing its chance of appearing anywhere in the Universe. My bugaboo story is called Renfield and the TomTom Ghost. It has been in production for two years, yet not even a hundred words have been “shot.”
Continue reading “The Renfield/TomTom Ghost Debacle by Leila Allison”
Well here we go again. We are at Week 222.
I’ve had a bit of time on my hands over the weekend and I’ve come to a few conclusions.
Continue reading “Week 222 – Pointless Coffee, Overworked Malcolm And Memories Of Cupid Stunt.”
It’s time for another Saturday Special but Diane will come to that later.
So not so much nonsense as normal.
Continue reading “Week 221 – Stereotypical Stereotypes, Norman’s Take and A Saturday Special.”
‘How long have I been your doctor?’
‘About twenty years.’
‘And you’ve never mentioned this to me?’
‘What?’
‘That you’ve got a problem.’
‘I’ve no problem.’
The sickness in this world continues.
Our thoughts are with all those involved with the atrocity in Sri Lanka.
Continue reading “Week 220 – Ridiculing Religion, Fanatical Religion And Burning Irritation”