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All Stories, General Fiction, Humour

The Man Who Sold the World by Martyn Miller

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The Almighty was taking a bath. It had been a long week with the creation of the universe and whatnot, and He felt he was due some respite. The water was perfect, the temperature set just so. The tub big enough that he could stretch out and rest his head on the rim while playing with the two ornate gold taps at the far end with his toes. And of course, the bubbles. The good lord could never have too many bubbles. A small rubber duck bobbed up and down, it’s bright yellow head briefly appearing above the waves of suds before vanishing once more. Closing his eyes, he soaked in the pleasure of a good bath and a hard weeks work, and slowly but surely, he drifted off…

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All Stories, Writing

Week 204 – Christmas Pondering, Tattie Soup And Acceptable Leakage.

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I’m getting this out the road this week and I’ll try and be nice next week!

I’ve avoided it for a while but the ‘C’ word is coming and not the ‘C’ word that I am comfortable with.

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All Stories, Writing

Glam Rock, Docken Leaves And Some Other Barry White.

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Here we are at week 203. That number seemed so boring that I didn’t even look it up!

I’ve been thinking about animals this week. And no, not in that way! I may be a bit strange but I’m not fucking deranged!

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All Stories, General Fiction, Short Fiction

Siswana by Ntombi K

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It was a Monday morning. A village hen clucked at the assembly, looking for its youngling. The school principal, Mister Rakobo, went off with the hen, leaving the assembly divided into several assemblies. The Mocking Birds choral conductor raised a hand, calming the sopranos and tenors that were going this way and that. “Whose mother is that?” inquired some. “Someone must have stolen money or something,” speculated some. “A family death? A bullying case?” Some concluded that this was not the case.

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All Stories, Horror, Humour

A Cryptic Night for Halloween by  Tom Sheehan  

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Bang! It went. Bang! Bang! Bang! A whole series of bangs, like gunshots at a shooting range, echoes coming atop one another, full of alarm and the awful promise of  consequence. Eleven-year old George Pearl, twelve before you’d know it, his birthday but an hour or so away, ducked his head as he walked down the dark center road of Riverside Cemetery. Shadows of stones moved around him, angular blocks of darkness set upon darkness, the ground and the shadows giving up other noises steeped with night and night things. Sounds swelled like thermals, unseen but known, catching up what was loose in the air, broadcasting strange messages that he could identify in a split second … fear, catastrophe, disaster, strange hands reaching to touch his backside, strange sounds at his ears. All around were strange things that boomed or blasted or bellowed in the night.

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All Stories, Literally Reruns

Literally Reruns – He Died by A. Elizabeth Herting.

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Leila has sent in another Reruns choice, this time with a little reminiscence of her own. He Died was, I believe, the first story that we published of Ms Herting and this is what Leila Allison said:  Continue reading “Literally Reruns – He Died by A. Elizabeth Herting.” →

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Week 199 – Dwindling, A Bloody Hole And Wanting To Be Quoted

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Here we are at Week 199

Next week will be our four year anniversary but more on that next week.

I wrote some stories this week. Well I wrote two and tidied one that had been lying about for a while and I hadn’t got round to editing it.

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