I call my boss, whose texts I’ve been ignoring for days, and tell him I’m returning to work. He says not to bother. Serves me right. I’ve let everything go to hell since Arlene left. I vow to pull myself together. Tomorrow. I take a few diazepam and go to bed.
Continue reading “The Man Who Pulled Himself Together by David Henson”
What were you doing at the start of the Summer of ‘19? Once upon a time that question brought images of straw hats and trolley cars. But we now have a new ‘19 to define in our memories, though it is still a bit too green for that at the moment.
Continue reading “Literally Reruns Ghost Hats by Marco Etheridge”
Well hello there folks!
Here we are at week 469 and time for the relevant round up!
A couple of writing things have come up over the last week or so and we thought that we’d explore them further.
Continue reading “Week 469 – Always Listen,Honour Your Mammy’s Mammy And Never Crawl In Brown Water.”
Snow happens quietly in many places, often overnight, without drama. Pull back the curtains before sunrise and under the streetlamps a sulphur tinted fondant drapes over everything – the rows of Victorian terraced houses on either side of the street, the pavement, cars, wheelie bins, everything. Garden hedges and shrubs sit undisturbed, revealing dots of evergreen just visible through layers of cotton. Higher up, tree branches, recently bare and springy, now sag wearily as bits of fine powder dust off intermittently in the breeze.
Continue reading “Snow Happens by Eileen Emmanuel”
My landlord Enid lived above my garden unit in a tchotchke-coated little old lady apartment which I had never visited until that fall evening. A Sunday. On her kitchen table were placemats of art nouveau nymphs and salt and pepper shakers fashioned like bowling pins. She handed me a coffee mug in the shape of a cartoon character and said, “I hope this is good.” I didn’t say how I like my coffee, so on her own volition Enid put in lots of cream and lots of sugar.
Continue reading “The Random Roommate by Adam Kaz”
The cup of coffee had gone cold days ago. The first gulp of it had indicated that but the second gulp confirmed that the coffee was not only cold but old, still Gene takes a third sip. How long would it be before she could make fresh coffee again? It would require standing up from the television and letting this little shit win.
Continue reading “Old and Cold by Rachel Sievers”
“They’ve come to collect Max. We’ll be up in ten minutes. You can keep him occupied for a bit longer, can’t you?”
“Yes, but…he’s wondering what the delay is.”
“Does he know?”
“He’s in the classroom with me now.”
“Please, not a hint as to what’s happening. If he runs off on his social worker…”
“I don’t think he’s in the mood for football right now, sir. I’ll make sure he’s occupied though.”
Continue reading “Of a Lie – by J.M. Munn”
Clothes have gone out of fashion because public life has disappeared. People continue to get out of bed but they don’t waste time getting dressed. People don’t dress for work and they don’t go to church. Men and women no longer wear underwear. That’s modern America. Many people no longer even use the toilet. Late century sidewalks are dirtier today than they were in the Wild West. It was once due to the number of horses.
Continue reading “Deliria, 2068 by David Lohrey”
I do love to upset a ‘Woke’
I’d actually like to punch one but you don’t see them, all you do is read their opinions – Cowardly fucks!
I have stated that you need to go with the flow with any of these that I have written as I don’t analyse, look back, do an in-depth synopsis…All I want to do is tell you why the story has stayed with me.
Continue reading “Auld Author – Savage by Richard Laymon – by Hugh Cron”
Tastes
I find that I have a narrow spectrum when it comes to reading material. Along with fiction I like non-fiction written by good writers– biographies by David McCollough are a fine example. I never read “celebrity autobiography” and consider the purchase of such a capital offense. The good thing about books is that you can get a feel for them by reading the first couple of pages (forget the blurbs on the cover). Hardly can ask to watch the first five minutes of a film before deciding to buy a ticket or not.
Continue reading “Week 468: Personal Preference; A Week of Preferred Works and the Fictional Pet Department”
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