(“Please come to read for us from your new book.”)
I want to let the audience enter the cubicle where the work came from. This is what I’ll tell them:
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(“Please come to read for us from your new book.”)
I want to let the audience enter the cubicle where the work came from. This is what I’ll tell them:
Continue reading “A Dreamt Preface for a Reading at Nahant Library by Tom Sheehan”
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.
Continue reading “Week 247 – Rotting Grandparents, We!r.d/Punctu,atio#n And Ironic Mobile Users.”
Well, this is something different. Leila has unearthed our store of images. Not those ones that Hugh hid in the corner for when he wants to stick pins in politicians – No, the ones scattered through the stacks. This is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Artists’ Gallery Rerun”
This week’s Rerun showcases one of our most prolific authors. Anyone who has followed the site cannot fail to have been impressed by the stories of Tom Sheehan. Leila had a root around in his storage area and came out with this one. This is what she said:
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Leila Allison has just made my head hurt with this re-run submission. Not because of her choice of story – it’s a cracker – but because of – well – this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Apartement Non by Darryl Graff”
Well another week has come and gone in the usual seven days.
We have been inundated with submissions but not many success stories. Only one about a guy who won an even money shot at the dogs. He loved the dog in an inappropriate way. The dog died. It was one of the more acceptable romances. It was called, ‘I Need To Stop And Walk Round To Give You A Kiss.’
Continue reading “Week 227 – More Romance, A Saturday Special And Number 77.”
Ultimatums arise, spread wings and words selected by energies:
Listen; The mercury is resolved. Beneath my hand Earth passes
a quick shadow, recollects the distinction of breath. New feathers
find warm wing to grow from. Cup and juice, Earth and seed, are
one. The secret is the grip. By the finger nails if need be. Mostly
by one corner of the mind, an edge where roots strike, curl like a
rattler. Sometimes the heart’s enough.
Continue reading “Fall-out from a Workshop Where Words Rise by Tom Sheehan”
All writers have that one bugaboo story that refuses to finish. It’s as though the damned thing has something against you, and would do anything to mess with you, even to the point of sacrificing its chance of appearing anywhere in the Universe. My bugaboo story is called Renfield and the TomTom Ghost. It has been in production for two years, yet not even a hundred words have been “shot.”
Continue reading “The Renfield/TomTom Ghost Debacle by Leila Allison”
Leila Allison has rootled out a story by a strange one off author – who was Xavier? well who knows – but anyway this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Elite Agency by Xavier P Xavier”
Leila Allison has picked out a spooky tale this time for re-incarnation. She has suggested Simple Pleasures and this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – Simple Pleasures by Fred Vogel”