Leila has rootled out one of the few stories in the site that features an animal – well a bird actually but – you know- a not human character. Anyway here is what she said.
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Week 248 – Different Times, Same Sex And 50 Of Leila’s No-Nos
Here we are at Week 248 – Just a heads up, next week we will have a special anniversary posting.
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Banshee by Susan Jean DeFelice
I am Mack. I’m writing a letter to my real dad (not to my foster dad-I’ve had 12 so far and I’m not even 13). I’m writing it carefully with their stubby pencil but these people don’t know where to mail it. I tell them his address. They say that’s not a valid address. I say isn’t it close enough? How many damn zip codes does Yakima have and can’t you guys do some research? They tell me to calm down (I hate that the most). They look at me like I’m about to tear their faces off. When I step back from the thick glass they’re behind, their eyes relax a little and they say the usual: we don’t have time right now (which means they won’t anytime soon). I hear them talking about New Admits, guess a ton of them, so they won’t have any time in probably forever.
The Fabulous Felinespy by Leila Allison
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A few hours before the Fabulous Felinespy got in, Alice and Jim were abed with their cats, Amy and Battling Maxo. Alice was reading a scantily edited “speculative non-fiction ” book written by a congenial local nutburger named Renfield Stoker-Belle. Although the self professed “authoress” couldn’t hold a narrative if she were Velcroed to it, Alice found Spirits of the Wow-Signal Emoji well worth every penny of the twenty-seven she had bid on it.
The Whistle Blower by Wayne Yetman
Tony was cycling downtown to work. It was the highlight of his godforsaken day. It was freedom. It was control. It was revenge. He clenched his whistle between his lips, ready for the inevitable. The bastards. The lousy bastards. They were everywhere. Total losers. Inconsiderate, unthinking, totally narcissistic goofs. It wasn’t once or twice. It wasn’t the occasional driver making an innocent mistake. It was an epidemic.
Tender by Brianna Wyble
I feel the scream rise, but I crush it back down into a solid lump of coal, and then further, harder, until it becomes an imperfect diamond of rage stuck in my throat. I can’t let it out. I can’t swallow it. It sits, laboring my breathing. I shove it down as hard as I can, store it, just like all the others. The rage, the sorrow, the pain. It all goes to the same place.
My life is like a demented fairy tale where the princess barfs jewels and escapes the evil Prince in her shitty Honda. I should be rich from all this.
The Salting by Tom Sheehan
“Can you tell me what happened today?” Midlin Ambeau’s grandfather said, his eyes as clear as his interest.
Literally Reruns – Forked Tongue by James McEwan
Leila has sent us a Rerun suggestion by one of the regular contributors and commentators on the site. Great to see something of James’ having a second shining. This is what she said:
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Week 247 – Rotting Grandparents, We!r.d/Punctu,atio#n And Ironic Mobile Users.
Halloween was this week and we are spending more and more trying to scare kids.
You don’t need automated garden ornaments of monsters or copious amounts of fake blood to terrify them. You could just get hold of their ‘FaceshitTwitterpishInstabollocks’ contact list and un-friend them with a short message saying –
‘We’ve all seen the photo.’
LOL / GTF / BOCB
Or whatever abbreviation is hip and happening that particular week.
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Put The Cork Back In The Bottle by James Gilbert
-I don’t know why you have to drink so much all the time.
They were sitting at a small wooden table in the kitchen. The dinner was long finished and between them were two empty plates that had been gently pushed aside, and two bottles of wine; one empty, one full.
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