Chris leaned his head against the bus window. He was tired but he couldn’t let himself even doze as that would turn into deep, much-needed sleep.
Tag: Short Fiction
Literally Reruns – The Last Lost Eye by Marco Etheridge
Leila has braved the darkness, the dankness, the drippiness for us – down in the nether regions where the scary stories go to plot and plan. She pushed this one into a bag and brought it into the light. This is what she said:
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Week 285 – The Wonder Of Telling Everyone You Are Wonderful, Laugh Out Loud Whilst Reading Is A Writers Holy Grail And Bacardi Was My First Love.
And here we are at Week 285.
It’s interesting reading some of the introductions that we receive in the initial emails.
Before I moan too much, at least these folks do acknowledge that we are out there.
I’m not saying that anyone exaggerates but some of the plaudits some of our unsuccessful submitters have are extraordinary.
Halcyon Days by Mandy Swann
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It was put through the front door. Put through that brass trimmed rectangle small enough to keep out the worlds. The letterbox is far outside. I do not go to it. In the space under the door and online necessary links are maintained. But this package is different. It is not an invoice to pay or a manuscript to edit. George has pushed it into a corner with her nose.
Prison food by Dan Brotzel
He had a long chunk of writing tattooed on his skin. It looked like Greek or Chinese or something. He said it was ‘so I never forget’.
‘But it’s over your shoulder,’ I blurted. His shoulder was massive, like a pig carcass.
He looked at me like he wanted to kill me. ‘It’s back to front so I can read it in a mirror,’ he said at last. I never found out what the words meant. But he taught me lots of other things.
The Ten Commandments by Hugh Cron – Warning – Adult Content
“Right Israelites…Where are they?”
“Only me boss. Do you like my frock?”
“It’s very fetching. And who are you?”
“I’m Charlton, the rest of them seen the smoke in the distance and thought there was a fire heading this way. I mean they’ve just got dried from the sea thingy, miracle, whatever the fuck.”
“The sea parted, it never touched them.”
“I know but they’d all pissed themselves. They’re not very brave. Anyway they fucked off home, wherever that is.”
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God Bless You, Boots the Impaler by Leila Allison
In memory of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
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(No one said anything about the omission of colons: *Try producing shit without one.)
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(*Use of the oldest scatalogical punctuation mark joke in the English language is protected by the false concept called “Free Speech.”)
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Canned Ravioli by Patti Procopi
I can’t think about my brother William without cringing from guilt. What a terrible childhood he had. None of us loved him or tried to make him part of the family. He was just someone who shared space with us. Which was a tragedy. For him.
Literally Reruns – Breakfast at the Hospital for the Criminally Insane by Harrison Kim
Leila has chosen a story by a writer who rapidly became a very good friend of the site. Not only does he write wonderful short stories but he makes interesting, entertaining and amusing comments as well. this is what she said.
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Week 284 – Diane, Leila And Marco Inspiration, Embracing Your Nasty And Embracing Your Own Nasty And Not Talking About It Saves A Few Quid.
Well here we are at week 284.
Diane’s answer to the first of Leila’s questions on the Re-Run got me thinking.
How much do we understand our characters?
literally stories 