For an ugly man making minimum wage in his thirties – okay, then, mid-twenties – it is a hard life – for a man who could do with a change of apron, you’re full of mucky questions. Rather than stare at me and pepper my face with questions, you could be busy changing blown bulbs, or turn up the café’s heating, maybe put the clock right, or making a decent cup of coffee. Maybe you’re simply the curious kind, or have learned to believe I am, as your only customer, late at night, your business. Perhaps my being alone is nothing less than an invitation for you to make enquiries while you run your eye over me. What’s the unshaved old man doing out so late at night in Brighton on a wet weekend in March? Shouldn’t he be thinking about escorting his accent back to Lincolnshire? Has he no home to get to? Where is he staying?
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The Long Way Home by Tom Sheehan
The sun warm, the air pleasant, but me like a beggar lost in thoughts, I stepped up to the back door of the old farmhouse on Route 182 in Franklin, Maine. Home at last from the army was topping off my day. Coming home from military service, I’ll swear forever, is better than birthdays, weddings, or vacations.
Or should be.
Continue reading “The Long Way Home by Tom Sheehan”Literally Reruns – Word Puppet by Nik Eveleigh
Word Puppet by Nik Eveleigh is something I can relate to. Writers create characters and then take the job of their God and that of whatever Universe the character inhabits. Even though we control the action, no one can be certain exactly what kind of God is in charge of her/his reality. Does your God care about you? Or are you stricken with a God who has a nifty twist in mind and you are nothing but a means of arriving at it?
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Word Puppet by Nik Eveleigh”The Outsider by E. P. Lande
He stood there, at the door, welcoming his guests. Each, he greeted by name, repeating that he was glad to see them and that he hoped they were well and enjoying the holiday season. He had invited everyone he had known over the many years he had lived in the town, as well as some with whom he had only recently become acquainted.
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At first, long before he became aware of whispers, the stones in the cemetery trembled at his touch; not all of the stones, but only those on graves belonging to people he had known in life: comrades, teammates, family members, girlfriends, lovers – or the stones memorializing those who hurt him in life or those he had hurt. Once in a while he never knew what the difference was.
Continue reading “Whispers in the Grass by Tom Sheehan”The Photographer’s House by Sarah Jackson
“What can you tell me about Eustace Randolph? What sort of man was he?” I asked as I took out my notebook. Gillian Reynolds, Secretary of the Friends of Eagle House, let her excited smile slip slightly at the corners.
Continue reading “The Photographer’s House by Sarah Jackson”Room For the Dead, Room For the Damned by Ella Paul
“You’re a kid,” he says, and his voice is so absolute that it leaves no room for argument.
Meesha isn’t sure she’d be able to argue even if he sounded uncertain. Her eyes are blank, her lips locked in that little downward position that everyone claims neutral (that everyone knows is actually a faint frown), and as she stands in front of this leathery heap of a man, she can’t bring herself to care that she’s been caught.
Continue reading “Room For the Dead, Room For the Damned by Ella Paul”Literally Reruns – Concealer by Hugh Cron
MC “Laura” is nothing short of honest, which gives Hugh Cron’s Concealer an extra level of irony. At her interview for what we Americans call Unemployment Insurance, she divulges the reasons for her loss of a job–and how. Her delightfully profane observations and storytelling (only half-heartedly, so it seems, warned off by her interviewer) say much about the downside of the workplace and people in general.
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Concealer by Hugh Cron”Week 381 – John Miles, Miss Anderson And Diocalm Is The Saviour.
Here we are at week 381.
Everyone thinks this was Barry…See title!
‘Booze was my first love.
And it will be my last.
Booze for the future.
And booze of the past.’
Depending on your outlook you may think that is a lot of pish.
It isn’t!
And yep, I bastardised the song…..So did Barry!
But what I would say is we all have ways of handling things and no matter what, no matter how fucking destructive, we handle things in the way that we do.
For me, booze and writing are what keep me sane but you need to realise what it does for you.
The mad thing is if you write whilst really being emotional there is a lot of raw creativity there.
Is that a good thing for you as is….Who knows???
I think trying to write emotion when not feeling or having felt it, is very difficult. A reader can spot lack of knowledge, experience or sincerity a mile away. That is why a lot of YA writing is only suited to that audience. They have a different outlook that isn’t always backed up with experience. There’s nothing wrong with that if that naivety is the focus. No writer can wing things that the reader has had more exposure to and expect it to be credible.
We also get a lot of writers who do try to write about addictions, prostitution and all those harrowing topics that should only be left to those who know or have been affected. (Or the writer has done a shit load of research with those who know or have been affected and they have LISTENED.)
Dave Henson states that he likes reading these posts as there are a few tips throughout on what we are looking for. So here’s another one for those who need it. (Not you Dave!!) If you take on these subjects, really pay attention to the dialogue that you use. Never anywhere in the world would you hear something like –
‘Gosh this heroin is good.’
I’m not saying that we have had that exact line but we’ve had a lot like it.
I reckon if I read the word ‘Gosh’ anywhere in a submission, it will be a straight red card from me!
I’d also like to address the ‘perturbed’, those are the folks that send us a passive aggressive email after we have sent them a refusal. (And they have also probably used the word ‘Gosh’ in their story) If this makes you feel better, you go for it, we really don’t mind and we do understand. But I reckon that you’d be better to take that passive aggressiveness, turn it into full blown anger, get drunk, swear the real swear words and try to write something else – It may surprise you how it turns out!!
Okay Doaky Mrs Coaky, I’ve a herring in my socks…Everyone should read Kettle and Christine’s ‘Beau Peep’, now onto this week’s stories.
We had four new writers and a man who has had more stories than four of most writers!
Not really sure if that makes sense but I know that you’ll know what I mean.
To our new folks, we welcome them, hope that they have fun on the site and most importantly, we want to see more of their work!
As always our initial comments follow.
Strangely enough, the start of the week was Monday (Unless you work for your local authorities and for whatever fucking twisted reason, they start on a Sunday – There must be a financial gain for them in some way!) and we had our first new writer, Anmitra Jagannathan with ‘Autumn Eyes Lost, Autumn Eyes Found.’
‘The MC has a fine quiet voice.’
‘The tone and emotion are very well done.’
‘There is a lovely quirkiness to some of the phrasing.’
Chitra Gopalakrishnan was our next débutante with ‘Bulls And Blood, Line And Lineage.’
‘This made me smile’.
‘A bit different.’
‘The delivery was perfect for the location and setting.’
There is no introduction needed for the gentleman who broke the back of the week. All I need to say is ‘Burial Of A Dark Charger’ by Tom Sheehan was next up.
‘The POV and setting were interesting.’
‘This was touching.’
‘Tom doing what Tom does.’
Thursday was after Wednesday, it normally is and we had David Patten with ‘Volunteer.’
‘This is very strong.’
‘Great flow all the way through.’
‘This says plenty without passing judgement.’
And we finished up on Friday with Fang-Liu House by Sonny Chen.
‘This was like one of those surreal dreams.’
‘Some good weirdness in this.’
‘Strange but there is nothing wrong with a bit of strange now and again.’
And now for the usual ending guys.
Really sorry but there are things that need to be re-iterated. If we keep chipping away by reminding, maybe one day it will stick.
Please comment. Not commenting makes the devil happy and jesus have diarrhoea. He’s had that much jollop, he is more medication than figment.
And cheers Dave (Three mentions in the one posting!!!) for sending in a Re-Run. Follow his example folks and send in a spiel for an older story that you’ve enjoyed. Throw in a few questions and we’ll publish what you send us word for word. (Try not to use ‘Gosh’ as I would be in a state of conflict!!)
Just to finish.
Many folks have been quoted as saying sport and politics should never mix.
That is a fair and noble idea.
But I do think that the LIV golfers will have caused this ideal to be thrown up in the air and I think this debate will grow more legs. (Maybe those legs will run away with a lot of sponsorship??)
I have my own thoughts but no matter what, I’d put them beside our royals, chancellor, cabinet to name but a few, in a list I like to call –
How much fucking money do you really need?!!!
…Not that anyone asked!!
The answer to The Cringe on my last Saturday Post:
He said – ‘Buff my low sole chair.’ (Buffalo Soldier)
Well Hugh – my guess wasn’t that far out at that 🙂 dd
Image: – Pixabay.com
Fang-Liu House by S.Y. Chen
Fang-Liu House is an old hotel near the entertainment district. Sitting in the middle of the row, its dilapidated plaster crumbling out of hairline cracks caused by creeping vines.
On the front of the house hangs a plastic banner, secured to the balcony, the red faded to salmon, and the yellow lettering almost white, “CRIMINAL CUSTOMERS NOT WELCOME. SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY WILL BE REPORTED TO THE AUTHORITIES.”
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