I wanted to drink its blood.
Because it never wanted to know me.
But I didn’t bite.
Continue reading “White Is Best by Hugh Cron. Warning – Strong Adult Content.”
I wanted to drink its blood.
Because it never wanted to know me.
But I didn’t bite.
Continue reading “White Is Best by Hugh Cron. Warning – Strong Adult Content.”
Another excellent Rerun suggestion from Leila – It’s great that we have so many stories that warrant a second bite of the cherry – this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – One Star by Sharon Frame Gay”
Well here we are at Week 251.
There was no need to think on any inspiration this week, it found me.
First off I need to thank Nik for standing in last Saturday, he did a grand job. Nik has also had some input into this weeks posting. Diane stood back and sighed. (I’d have judged her if she hadn’t) I’ve still got my knack of repelling the ladies!!
Continue reading “Week 251 – Remembering, Forgetting And Distasteful Mucus.”
A story about life extension
Wanaka on a September day, the sun is shining and its fifteen degrees Celsius. The ski season is over in this resort town, but the mountains surrounding Lake Wanaka still have a good covering of snow. The lake itself is of a bright blue seen in New Zealand’s South Island. The brilliance of the colour depends on the minerals present. Outside the town, near the pepply lakefront or up in the lower reaches of the mountains, are a number of architectural oddities. Dream houses of billionaires with vision but sometimes lacking architectural good taste. Squashed domes and rhombohedrons are favourite shapes, many of these houses are now abandoned. Unlike like a lot of the planet, the population here has never been high, no squatters have moved in to enjoy faded luxury. Foreigners, mainly Americans, have been building bunkers here for sixty years – but in the last five people have actually started to live in them. Unamused locals have observed the long preparation for the apocalypse has finally caused it to happen. Some of the wealthy, unable to let go of their mansions, have built bunkers right underneath them… Peter, a longtime resident of Wanaka, is one of these.
Continue reading “New Zealand’s Immortal Citizen by Frank Beyer”
As he emerged from the subway, George shaded his eyes, blinking into the morning sun. At the top of the steps he paused, glancing around the island platform. It was busy and the benches all seemed taken. A little further on he found a space between a middle-aged woman and a gnarled old man. It wasn’t hard to see why the space was free, but George’s head was spinning and he had to sit down. He nodded as the man’s yellowy grey eyes met his for an instant. The man folded his newspaper to make space before hunching his shoulders and continuing to read.
Continue reading “Fast Train to Burton by Matthew Roy Davey”
It’s nighttime, so we all wear sunglasses.
I know it sounds absurd. Only a week earlier, we all would have agreed. Why do you need shades when there’s no sun?
I once got lost in the Badlands of North Dakota. I was working the wheat harvest as a hauler with a crew that ran fourteen combines and we were working our way up to Regina from Topeka, Kansas. One of the drivers, Mitchie Vanderbush, dared me to go camping there after he saw I slept in a tent. The rest of the crew stayed in cheap motels but I was trying to save money to buy a Linhof 4×5. He told me the place was haunted and said most people that go in don’t come out. “You stay in there three nights,” he said, “and I’ll split my bonus with you.” Most of the crew thought it was funny, but the foreman had some choice words when I informed him I was leaving early. He said I could just haul my ass up to Canada at the end of the season if I wanted my pay.
“Someone once said that life prepares you for what it throws at you.
Man O’ fuck! That’s a very wise and comforting thought for coping.
Ah now – Lelia has brought out an old story by one of the founding editors and it is great to see this on again. This is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Educated Fishwives by Adam West.”
According to numerology the energy represented by the number 250 resonates with intuition and introspection.
I was not aware of this.
It also resonates with human relationships and recognizes that relationships are the glue that hold things together.
Continue reading “Week 250 – Reflection, Rumination and Making Glue From Horses”