Corners attract me. It’s been like this since I was five. Being punished became my sole motive in life. Bad boy! Go stand in the corner! The first time I cried, but soon realized that corners are much more than they are made out to be. There’s a peace in that tiny space. It’s also… Leer más I’m Just a Corner Guy by Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden Before, in the putative asylum of her bedroomwhether alone or in the company of loversthe one of curious Grecian genesis would alwayskeep alight the loose hanging shade-less bulbAs a vocal self-proclaimed freethinkerthose who understood these thingsthought this her greatest contradiction The ignorance of brawn afforded himan ability to see past the light andinto… Leer más CARDBOARD CITY
By Terveen Gill There she comes! Get out of her way! Look at those shoes and that floral jumpsuit. They say she’s never ridden a roller coaster without it. She approaches the line twirling her hair, people part like the sea that obeyed Moses. Her name’s Susan and she knows where she’s going. Right to… Leer más Roller Coaster Susan
8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same… Leer más 8 Miles
By Jane Aguiar A middle-aged builder was living with his wife and children. One morning, he had a strange dream. In that dream God had come to take him away. He was not ready to go with God, so he pleaded to God, «Oh God, my wife and children will starve to death behind me.… Leer más #Story: Glimpses Of The Afterlife
By Terveen Gill You know that you want me. Right from the time you heard what I had to say. Let me recall your words. Exciting. Impressive. Damn hot! I would’ve articulated it much better but that’s what makes me more attractive than others. Not a dull moment when I’m around. I’m the heart of… Leer más Call Me Sexy or What You Want
By Sebastian Iturralde (Link blog |Short Story) Cold-eyed Encounter Sharai was crawling through a narrow tunnel. The things I must do for gold, she thought. Turning her head to see Reginald following closely behind her. The two of them were approaching the dragon’s lair. There, the knights of darkness planned to mine the black ores.… Leer más Cold-eyed Encounter
by Olga Nuñez Hi all: I don’t usually blog on Wednesdays, but as wonderfully talented author Shelley Wilson was having a book launch tomorrow, I had to bring you her book and made sure it was available for you. So, here it comes. The Last Princess by Shelley Winter Edith still has much to learn… Leer más Extract from The Last Princess by Author Shelley Wilson
By Terveen Gill Not her again. She sits upon the sofa directly across from me. Her purple hair and blonde eyebrows accentuate the green envy in her eyes. There’s plenty staring back at me. I never break eye contact, so she decides to look away, apparently taking pity upon me. The air conditioning seems to… Leer más The Doodling Miracle Maker
By Mike Steeden MAURICE COLLARUPPRIVATE INVESTIGATOR & PROCESS SERVERBACKLIT HOUSESHADOW LANESOHOLONDON Dearest Fanny, I think of you often. Even now with the passage of time your image stays with me…as fresh as a daisy in springtime. Do you remember when we took that camel train across The Sahara desert? Week upon week without shadow; the… Leer más FANNY, I THINK OF YOU OFTEN
By Joyce Carol Oates From The Paris Review Diaries Photograph courtesy of Joyce Carol Oates. March 29, 2019Berkeley/Summit Hospital (Oakland) It is not true that for all persons the essential question is: Shall I commit suicide? But it is true for the widow. The placating fantasy, that makes possible those countless hours of bedside vigil.… Leer más Diary, 2019: Berkeley/Summit Hospital, Oakland
he used to write those very intense works about human suffering and degeneracy and the corruption of good souls into evil criminals – Breaking Bad style He hated supranatural stuff in writing. Stayed away from it. “It’s just stupid,” he said. “There’s more than enough magic, both dark and light, into the human heart to… Leer más transgressive fiction needs to make a comeback by Bogdan Dragos
Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived… Leer más Fair Exchange by M Robins
I’m the girlfriend. Or was. He’s dead now. There was a funeral. I wasn’t invited. We lived together, laughed together, doing everything a normal couple was expected to do. He was twenty years older. So what. I was twenty years younger. It wasn’t as if we were competing with each other. If he had stuck… Leer más No Longer His Girlfriend by Terveen Gill
|Short Story (blog) By Sebastian Iturralde Magu was a normal guy, at least that’s what he thought. Today, just like on many occasions before, he went out to experience life. Walking through the streets he found people to be strange beings. Dark beings without a predetermined form. He saw them with imposing poses. Creatures that… Leer más In Society’s Shadows
By Rich Cohen Conspiracy In his monthly column, Conspiracy When I was eleven, we lived in an English Tudor on Bluff Road in Glencoe, Illinois. One day, three strange men (two young, one old) knocked on the door. Their last name was Frank. They said they’d lived in this house before us, not for weeks but… Leer más The Silurian Hypothesis
I’m all alone. Day – night seem the same. I’m always engulfed by a sharp, white light. I still haven’t warmed up to this hospital bed. Home is a distant memory. One I dream about with my eyes open and closed. It seems cheerier than I knew it to be. Maybe time has blurred the… Leer más Beep…Beep…Beep… By Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden A lullaby for the exposed stowaways, the very least the First Mate could doIn the safety of his quarterdeck cabin, away from the attentions of the rest of the crewOutward bound from Havana, on a paddle steamer under auxiliary sailKeeps an even keel in a big sea, keeps a straight line in the… Leer más A LULLABY FOR THE STOWAWAYS
Our thanks to Terveen Gill (from the team of masticadoresGobblers), we have edited every week (Tuesdays) until today 22 texts (Flash Fiction). Thank you! j re crivello Editor Link blog Terveen Who could take a licking and keep on ticking? That would be my friend Nadia, the black haired, hazel eyed woman who was so… Leer más Count on Me to be Your Friend by Terveen Gill
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