He was brought to the mental asylum in chains. Not because he was dangerous. But because he said it inspired him. Getting into character, into the mood, the understanding would come to him if he became what he wanted. Not something the dull-minded, the unimaginative could comprehend. It wasn’t their fault, the ordinary could rarely… Leer más The New God of Writing by Terveen Gill
(blog author) (I am editing a old story. My spaghetti western. Dark days of Texas- Chapter one. Another hot day in Texas. 110 degrees and the ground so damn hot. Old man John had put his horse in the Austin city horse stable. Too damn hot to ride and a good time to drink some… Leer más Dark days of Texas… —A story. By John Coyote
by mikesteeden In the sizzling humidity that only the rainforest knows, a coverlet of brazen shadows hold sway. Albeit a pain in natures arse, here and there, scintillant chinks where razor sharp blades of sunlight cleave their way ever forward attempting to invade the battlefields canopy. Nearby, a peacock hoots, parakeets screech and in the… Leer más MAN IN ABSTRACT
By: Miriam Costa Leaving behind the conflict with his wife, Carlos found fulfillment writing a book about his own fears, compassion, dreams and learning to walk away from his emptiness, as he said, he would write for hours, towards serenity. That book stick a smile on Carla’s face, his wife, because in many pages she… Leer más Filled with notes
I’m going to be sacrificed. But that’s alright, I’ve been given four months to live anyway. Might as well be of some use before that. I’m hoping it’s not some stupid reason like appeasing a god or bringing copious rain. Those excuses are so passe. Cliched. How about some originality? Mummy always said – turn… Leer más How Does One Drink Soup with a Knife by Terveen Gill
(Blog by Brian) Let me tell you about a place, unique, so unique, a place where Man was born, where rivers hide under the earth, their path only marked by the rows of acacias that run on the ground, a place lost between the clouds, so white, so white, and the sky, so blue, so… Leer más The Valley by Brian Martin-Onraët
Previous – Nothing Happened (Kirsten blog) Emilian “Emilian?” Misa asks me. “Yes?” Her sigh is long and solemn. “Where do you think your mom is?” I shrug. “No idea.” It’s been eight hours since someone snatched my mother in front of Grim Systems. We’ve laid in my bed for the past hour trying to process it.… Leer más Fortune by Kirsten Curcio
Anger. Rage. Murder. These are the steps Charlie took, climbing ever so slowly, lingering, stalling, debating, but never turning back. He wasn’t familiar with the paths of reason, understanding, compassion, kindness. He only saw the steps. And he climbed them. One by one. Eager to complete the ascent and then gladly repeat it. They were… Leer más To Punish my Mother by Terveen Gill
By Michele Lee A dreamer with a camera had to snap a picture.A poetic writer can’t leave the quote at that… Working on dreams will cause you to lose your mind.the fine print Dreaming about dreams is hopeful and sustaining, but getting them done does require getting lost… from self-doubt from excuses from (temporary) sanity from more of the… Leer más the Fine Print
Thirsty…Thirsty…Thirsty. Parched lips everywhere. Dried throats thick with death. He walked, looked, then stopped. His water sack hung from his shoulder, its bulge nestled into his side. The man had found another. This one was on the verge of death. ‘Open your mouth, brother. Cool water. Drink.’ He carefully tilted the leather satchel. Only a… Leer más The Dying Belong to No One by Terveen Gill
(Blog by john Coyote) I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took a leave after I arrived in the USA and I drove my truck to the base from Virginia. I was given a job in supply. I was a numbers man and the Army… Leer más The New York city lights by John Coyote
by mikesteeden In the sizzling humidity that only the rainforest knows, a coverlet of brazen shadows hold sway. Albeit a pain in natures arse, here and there, scintillant chinks where razor sharp blades of sunlight cleave their way ever forward attempting to invade the battlefields canopy. Nearby, a peacock hoots, parakeets screech and in the… Leer más MAN IN ABSTRACT
(blog Kirsten) “Um, sure. I read that stuff. All those words, writing just like grandfather.” Cousin Kim’s voice trails off. She eye-flirts with the handsome funeral director standing near the chapel entrance. “Oh.” Wow… “So… you’ve been to my website? My blog?” Strange. We haven’t spoken since sophomore year when Kim ditched our friendship for… Leer más The Writer in the Family by Kirsten Curcio
It is high time lover for us to go out dancing, where the hapiness and laughs cover all risks. You sure look great, you finally took time not to weep into my dress. Not that I care about the fine print but I wanna see your beauty go mad and your spirit brake out captivity!At last… Leer más Carnival – by Miriam Costa
Either I’m looking at your ass or the back of your head. Nothing else seems to appeal to me. Not the sights or sounds around me. There’s nothing special about where I usually stand. I’ve been doing this for so long that all my questions have abandoned me. Why me? Is this a joke? Was… Leer más Always Back of the Line by Terveen Gill
(blog of Sebastian) Despite his insistence on adhering to acceptable forms of behavior, Theo became a villain. Life was not supposed to go down that path. It was not the future that Theo had imagined for himself, perhaps the opposite. Theo’s life revolved around studying human behavior. His priority was understanding each other to make… Leer más A Story Worth of Paper by Sebastian Iturralde
By TamaraYancosky In a panic and crying loudly, everything flew off the rolling bedside table as she clung to it as well as every wall and door she could grab to stop the muscular orderly from dragging her out of her room to the classroom in the Adolescent Psychiatric Facility. It was the 15-year-old girl’s… Leer más Adolescent Psychiatric Facility, Story
by sereichert In the spirit of this monumental week (bookending the days with a mountain writing retreat and probably the death of me by trail marathon on Saturday) I give you a short and sweet look at what trail running will do for a soul and what we can learn from a steady state of… Leer más Ode To The Trail by Sarah Reichert
He was sitting on his porch, drunk, ranting. It was three in the afternoon, four empty bottles sat beside him, the fifth in his hand, three sips down. His speech was slurring, his eyes were shifting, it was time to impart some wisdom to the sidewalk, scare the children on their way home from school.… Leer más Never Date a Woman who Don’t Respect your Wife by Terveen Gill
My father is a respected gangster. I’m just a pathetic thug. But I was born with credibility entrenched in my genes. I’m Simon Lobo’s only biological son. My father had other children, but they weren’t his. They were offspring of the streets, stuck to its asphalt like chewed and spit out gum. My father scraped… Leer más Honorable Drug Lord by Tervee Gill
Gobblers & Masticadores 