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Out Of Bed
Deep down Andie wanted to see how her life would end. In her reverie,
Andie was about seventeen years old.
Matter of Great Importance
pale wintering sun was rising over a sharp ridge-backed mountain
range that trailed off far into the hazy distance as Tang Shi rattled
and bumped his bicycle along a narrow potholed road running through
neat rowed rice fields
Requiem for a hat
The greatest mark of individuality in my fathers family
was their baseball caps. Everyone had one: my aunt, my father, my
grandfather, my uncles. Whenever the family was together, they always
wore them, indoors, outdoors, and everywhere except church.
A full moon adorned the night sky above the city, ducking and diving
silently behind grey clouds of pollution. Her gaze penetrated the
steel and concrete lattice of streets below and illuminated the
body of a male who identified himself only as "Archos"
here!" David said.
It was a few minutes after midnight when they pulled into
the gas station parking lot. The station was closed for the
night, but David's thoughts were still open.
How Lucky Was That?
A man tapped an unlit cigarette alongside me, and rattled his empty
glass on the bar. I stretched forward. I was sick of having to compete
for a beer.
Dead Drunk in Dublin, set 'em up Joe, a drink, the pause that refreshes,
you know, something, anything to keep my hands from shaking...
I didn't know at the time that I met her, that she would change
my life forever. When I first met her, all I could think to myself,
was Huh? Where did this person come from?
of Passing Warmth
As if the body grows to length overnight, I roused myself from
sleep one auspicious morn and discovered a startling old image of
self before the mirror. Have I slept all my life?
Heart break pass, broken dreams and nightmare screams, visions of
some corporate monkey drilling deep into your soul with carbide
Amber C Wisniewski
There are those of us who often repress the haunting memories
of our childhood because our mother has violently crushed something
as sacred as youth into a thousand abandoned teardrops.
Dear Ouma - Seven days ago I was at your cremation, and I lost
New Year's Eve
D. A. Warren
It was less than an hour away from the New Year and Morna sat
alone in the darkness
New Years Eve was the night with his resolution being
to quit drinking for his all around health, and he felt an uncertainty
about this change.
Setting up the Aquarium
G David Schwartz
We cleared the cobwebs from the aquarium, which sat dormant
for five years. Great names like Xiphophorous maculate and Helvstoma
temmincki swam through my head
Kevin strapped on the guitar and searched around for the jack-plug
socket in the amp. A voice from the back of the pub shouted something
about Oasis and Wonderwall. He thought to himself -'Youre
gonny hear what I want to play. Nane o yur Oasis shite.
As Guy Block walked briskly across the windswept concrete square
that was optimistically called a piazza at an incredibly
early hour of the day he knew that what lay ahead for him did not
Guy Block strode through the dull corrugated roofed, glass and
brick walled tube that Hopemouth University entitled a corridor
with a sense of purpose.
Nothing would get him down today...
Shibu was stuck dumb when he saw Mohan standing on the doorway
with that strange puppy. Its nose was glowing and moist. It was
It was a spring evening in San Francisco in the 1960s.
Paul Weiss had gone back to his guesthouse room after dinner, intending
to work on his resume, but the sight of his cramped room seemed
to drain all his energy
Dora and her Mother
The day that Dora was born was the happiest day in her mothers
life. Everyone; family, friends, neighbours, and even the birds
that lived in the trees had come to see the birth of the new baby
Love Story: A Narrative
Amber C Wisniewski
It is 5:30 a.m. and my husband lies alone in our bedroom unaware
of my absence. I cannot sleep. How could I possibly think about
closing my eyes when every image I see is so disturbing that I am
driven to nightmares?
The next day made a grand jump cut for Ralph and Kathy. We usually
swallowed our medications at night, and then the sleep of the dead.
The following day either faded in or made a transition to the next.
But we never knew for certain. That was the tao of handis, a portmanteau
word for craziness.
One morning in mid-April when a heinous cold front from the
northern United States finally finished a week long refrigeration
campaign on the South, the sun shone brighter and hotter than anyone
in Murfreesboro, Tn could have ever hoped.
We were approaching the coast just below Vinh only twenty minutes
after leaving the carrier Franklin D. Roosevelt (CV-42) on duty
in Yankee Station. For weeks we had been hitting the docks of Haiphong
and the other ports of North Vietnam and there was scarcely a target
Perils of Illiteracy
The brown cow was either suicidal or grossly illiterate. How else
to explain why she did not take heed of the name calligraphically
etched upon the granite slab affixed to the gate post?
of my Heart
My Thursdays are colourful
Coz I see you on all Thursdays
Coz I see you only on Thursdays
I died! Pitifully sprawled. She warned me!
Resting breathless at the crossroad. It was a familiar spot I had
passed much too often, when I still had my body.
Are words thrown up, like mines, from relegated sepulchers in
the manner of whispers heavier than the songs of heroes?
Vinegar In The Salad
Nina Bale stood by the window in the office and looked out across
Londons docklands. It was 1987 and it was her year. She could
feel it in her bones,
Uncle Pringle and the Mob
I hear you talk about your Uncle Pringle, he said.
He has many connections. I wonder if he can help me?"
An Honourable Act
Mark Cunliff's spook story
Harry trudged bitterly up the marble steps of the imposing house
and pressed the buzzer. It was gone eleven at night, he was tired
and his feet hurt.
Man in Africa
The jeep bounced along the dirt road sending Harry up from his seat
and back down again with a crash. His stomach was not happy about
Dont Put Your Daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington!
Isnt a phrase that resounded around our house, in the year
when I reached five.
sat back on her heels and surveyed her handiwork. In all of her
eight years she did not think that she had seen a finer example
of a sandcastle.
It started with a tiny spark and within minutes proliferated into
gigantic, roaring flames
Seeds of winter are alive in Montauk. You can hear them under
your boots; easy to confuse with small tree branches or bones rising
from the deceased.
Little did I know that the mixed doubles tennis match I was a part
of would signal the end of an era for our suburban tennis club
Sirens were blaring, red and orange and yellow flames soared into
the sky, and thick black smoke was turning day into dusk. Bulldozers
were demolishing trees in the path of the fire
Honesty In Death
There was a dead body waiting for Harry in Prague. All in all
hed had better welcome parties.
by Diana Bretherwick
Diary entries prior to predicted extinction level event circa
2008. - April 20th
Mark Robinson - survivor
And the skies above the City bleed
down upon the earth its overcast haze. Quiet below, sinking beneath
the mist, a stale darkness pervades. With streets aloof, atom-bomb
Most nights Albert was distracted from his television or radio listening
because of the outbursts of fighting in the grounds below.
Every Sunday, after lunch, Donald
Wickens called at 211 Albert Road for Miss Hattie.
Perrita, The Darkest Man
J Alan Billstrom
The Yuma did not bring a guitar with him to Cuba because he wanted
to buy a Cuban guitar
the hell did those bastards come from? Other people? Dead people?
Lost animal souls looking for a new burrow? Combinations of these
perhaps. Oh well. How deep is the well? Deep, not deep enough for
DOA. Jim stated flatly. No
need to rush. We have to wait for CSU to finish up before
we can go in.
Mitch is always going on about how much he hates his job and how
much he wants to leave.
Tara L Clark
'This is no big deal.' Jerry mumbled to himself while clutching
My names Gemira and Im a celebrity.
A chorus of hellos droned up from the circular continuum of equi-distant
set plastic chairs; the voices all rhinestones, hoop earrings, tight-fitting,
size-zero clothes, foundation, fake breasts and designer stubble.
of Old Fires
Sabonis relit the stub of a cigar he had started smoking this
afternoon then followed his Irish setter around the corner to Raphael
The car that zipped in front of you to take the last space in
the parking lot; the lady at the supermarket check-out who
had to write a check for her purchases
moment I saw him, I knew. He was the one
Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra
A Love Letter
David Tavernier disintegrates
Tolu Ogunlesi under fire in Lagos
Ballad of the Lonely Cowboy
King of the Dustmites
Mary Wilson - are you in my notebook?
never see him coming
William Starr Moake's adventure in the Everglades
The whore, the hitman and Hawaii
Adman & Olga
Martin Green NY '63
Lament of the Freelancer
The horror of the blank page
Brodie Parker - Kill the Monster
A Very Darling Christmas
My Mother Was A Sex-Crazed
Alan M Danzis
Flint - Bringing the Past to
Luc Hue -The Life of a Vietnam taxi driver
Black Roots and A Red Heart
Douglas N Kimball
Roger Duncan can't stand the white lights
Roger Duncan on the streets at night
Murmurings of Return
Richard Meyer on USA 1967
Mary Wilson down on the farm
What I want to be when I grow
Tolu Ogunlesi on being a poet
Symbols and Democracy
Kane X Faucher
All the same
Will Carpenter is having an identity crisis
M. Blake - about the man at your door
Erica J Thinesen - Going Bi-Polar
some help there, little lady?"
The Tennis Boom
Martin Green and the swingers
Shopping with temptation
The Girl in the Baseball
Betrayal and the doorman
David Tavernier - a tale of three parts
Phil Mershon investigates a squeaky clean girl
Part Two begins here
John Bradshaw down the pub
Teacher's Power Trip
Gemma Williams in the classroom
guy Jack Ruby you used to talk about - he just shot Oswald'.
From The Dust
The pang pang gooks all laughed as their several tiny fingers raced
over the bushes, plucking at the wild riberries, which were fat
with juice. The girl that they sometimes called Snake-woman-child,
darted in and out of the scrub with an athletic ease
isnt Going to Rain
furniture. It's always an issue for me. I'm appalled by it. I never
understood the idea of a room in brown slash beige oblique orange
that might impress the neighbours
get me into Trouble
Four days after my ninth birthday, my parents moved house and so
did I. And my little world fell apart.
Lost in the Clouds
Lorca was conceived in the silence of the Osier woods that run along
the undulating valleys of the Sierra Albarracin. His father boasted
that he was sure to follow his footsteps and become a master Osier
Port Harcourt had been restless for weeks. Reporters from Europe
and the U.S. thronged the international airport at Alu, just a few
miles from the notorious Catch-Fire prison yard where the renowned
environmentalist and fiction writer, Mene, languished in detention
Conversations With the Trees
We pushed off from the side of the lake with Jonathans strong
arms and his paddle extended onto the shore line. We paddled into
the center on our way, to cross over, to the other side. I sat straight
with the paddle in my hands grasp.
Mike Blake on the Californian Road
The moon was out that night if not full, then close to
it and it shed a silver-white light down over the trees and
the bank of the river. It was a wide, rushing river that we had
crossed by a long wooden bridge to the flat, open bank (if you could
call it that) where we settled for the night.
It must have been less than a year since Uncle passed away.
Whatever it was that popped up into Lake Wanautta, like a bubble,
Terry was startled, mesmerized and watched from his kitchen window
as the mysterious thing floated and bobbed,
It was a crisp September morning with the summer sun still hanging
in the air, abetted with the nice breeze that signified that autumn
was round the corner. It was 1974, and Wendy Lampkin stepped off
the train at Hopemouth station
Love Games Chapters
Three & Four
Chasing Wendy - She was a phantom of delight
"That was fantastic," she said, pleasing Guy. "Much
better than last time."
Elizabeth di Grazia
The bedroom is shadowy. The bundle, a snail swaddled in yellow
flannel, curls into my chest. We rock. A homemade quilt lies at
the edge of the crib, its outline visible through the slats. Against
one wall the silhouette of not yet opened infant toys propped on
Suma was looking gorgeous in her new white Kanchivaram saree
with dark green border, as she was being slowly led to the mane
(Dais) by her sister-in-law.
Brush with the Law
burly youth waved a piece of broken stick at Ana. They were down
a side street of La Boca, a touristy enclave of Buenos Aires in
the middle of a run-down neighbourhood. She was cornered.
Summer was coming and for the first time I wasn't looking forward
to it. I thought I was still being punished but mam said not to
be silly. I was to be sent to Jacks
The Dagger by Subimal
Translated from Bengali by V Ramaswamy
Someone called out from behind: Hooeey Sudas! Wherere
you goin pal? He didnt look back. The dead body still hung
from that tree branch, feet bound, head downwards.
The garden was silent and still. Moonlight seeped across the
grass, a dark velvet sea, soft and seductive to my bare touch. Each
blade of grass caressing my skin gently as I walked.
Joseph Guderian is drilling for oil
Hank Croix walked out of the pharmacy mumbling to himself when
he couldnt get a refill on his prescription for sleeping pills.
He was told hed have to wait until the doctor returned to
the drilling camp next week.
Its one of those Saturday mornings where I am perfectly
content on be woken up by the white hot light of the sun blasting
through my cracked window shades. Sleep is great but I am roused
by the sun itself.
L'hymne national d'Elodie
(Elodies national anthem)
Eddie Cochran once sang of love as being a journey built on
Three Steps To Heaven;
'Step one - you find a girl to love
Step two - she falls in love with you...'
Round The Block
"Wouldnt you agree Prof. Block?"
How would he know. Guy Block hadnt been listening.
There comes a time for everyone when you have to meet someone you
used to know. The very fact that there are billions and trillions
of people in this world and that you do not meet them all yet continue
to meet the same people, the blasts from the pasts is an odd one.
But that is what we do.
on the Block
Guy Block groaned in despair at another start to another week. He
leant out from his slumber and hit the snooze button
The Thief of Bottles
Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra
Once my father owned an auto-body shop in a wooded area in the
district of Agdal, Rabat, Morocco. The shop had two dusty windows
and a little light, grayed by this dust
Natasha Grant swooped into her 1999 Ford Fiesta, slammed the door,
and started the engine all in one fluid motion.
Block and Tackle
It is often said that two is company
Three however leads you into deep trouble.
If marriage is an institution, then it must be the only one that
celebrates its incarceration each year. It was Guy Blocks
Passion of Nino De Jesus
Dean Borok (extract)
Niño de Jesus frequently had marveled at the fork lift truck
on his way to work and one day, when the proprietor had left the
gate unlocked, he snuck in for a closer look. Climbing up the ladder
on the side and peering into the control booth, he noticed that
they had left the key in the ignition. After all, one might reason,
who would steal such a monster? Only a crazy man!
on the Bus
Andrew was taking a test. He chewed his pen anxiously and looked
over his shoulder.
Trial by remorse
Until the boy or girl who did this owns up, said Mrs
Hill, the whole class will stay in and miss playtime
I feel like a pigeon, tottering tentatively into the dining room.
Nothing prepares you for this.
Waiting in front of the big red Windmill at the Piet Mondrian exhibition
at the National Gallery I failed to realise how much power that
magical motherly shape still held over me.
Pleasures of Life
It was midday and I was sitting around my house in my underwear
reading John Updike. This experience gave me an incredible sense
Heres The Hitch
Some people hitchhike because they have to. Real hitchhikers. They
cant afford a Greyhound bus or they dont have a license,
they have no friends or family who will give them a lift
The tropic night air was heavy with humidity that hung like thick
motor oil in every breath. When combined with the stillness and
eerie darkness, it gave the river a mood as if it were the end of
Keynes In Punta del Este
Excerpt from novel in progress "A Symphony
by Dean Borok
No smoking gun was ever discovered with the mayors fingerprints
on it, and as the flood of nebulous accusations and innuendo cascaded
daily in the newspaper and media reports, he ceaselessly insisted
that he was the victim of a right-wing smear job
birthday dawned warm and sunny: the sky an innocent early autumn
blue, the day she packed the suitcase
Kit got out of her car and immediately felt like killing someone
when she saw Jonathan sitting on the stairs with her nemesis
Stories. I used to think they are a part of this world, of reality.
Now I realize they are only a means to make you feel better about
You wont feel a thing. Not a thing.
I was one of the first to have the operation.
Kelly's stomach was in jumbles. The knots and gnarls hurt, twisted
and pulled. Her insides were about to jump through her skin and
there would be nothing she could to prevent it
Long Night in the Old Town.
She would be there on the stage singing a slow 30s croon
in a harsh rasping voice that aches with sexual desire. A red dress
maybe, tight and close to the skin,
The Son Is Crying
I have some happy memories of train journeys. They are of slow trips
into the city during school break with my mother,
Dean Borok (Extract from Symphony of Fear)
The world of dreams is an eternal infinite universe inside each
person... driven by the unformed expression of neurotic impulses
and sexual repressions of the dreamer
Gets His Fortune Told
Still holding the dregs of his drink in his hand, Havelock Jones
waded through the Halloween party in the direction of
the fortune teller.
Reverie (excerpt from "A Symphony of Fear") Dean Borok
Paulette regarded herself critically in the full-length mirror
of her bedroom, still trying to decide if it was absolutely essential
for her lingerie to match her street clothes.
By the Tail
He ran as fast and as hard as he could but there was no escaping
the fact that he was a dead man racing towards an early grave.
We arrived a little early for Theos party and were shown into
an ante-room that led off from the highly polished marbled floored
Pringle and the Stalker
The first inkling I had of the problem was when my friend Al
The Raving Zombie
Oh my God were these two dudes crazy. Two rednecks from southern
Alabama who carried nothing but a pair of shotguns and a double
bladed axe and a sword.
Eric V. Neagu
"Cant be," said the woman with that same confidence
that had made the doctor question himself on previous visits.
Great Beyond Chapters 1 & 2
Brodie Parker in the afterlife...
Great Beyond - Chapter
Brodie Parker - picking up styx
Great Beyond - Chapter
Brodie Parker in the cold black dark
Beyond - Chapter Five
The Sword above my head
Great Beyond - Chapter
Confusion and a vision
Great Beyond - Chapter Seven
Shrugg is set a task. Find him or else
Great Beyond - Chapter Eight
to live or die by the sword
Great Beyond - Chapter Nine
Mark Twain has some advice
The Great Beyond Chapter
The Revenge begins
The Great Beyond Chapter
Great Beyond Chapter Twelve
Flee to safety
Great Beyond Chapter Thirteen
The Gray Area
The Great Beyond Chapter
Back to Reality
Beyond - Chapter Fifteen
Great Beyond - Chapter Sixteen
Beyond - Chapter Seventeen
Beyond - Chapter Eighteen
Beyond - Chapter Nineteen
Parker's serialised novel about life after death is here - only
Gary Glauber on a romantic lost cause
Gretchen- Queen of Nightmares
Sidi Benzahra - she's dead sexy
Sidi Benzahra |
Drives a Mercedes Benz
Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra
A Tale of a Singer and his Lover
Soldier to Life's Battles
Exile in Buenos Aires
Story of a Girl
Rita Sidhu (Fiction
A Sweetened Memory
Authur Blake needs a drink or two...
A Man Outside
Authur Blake on the streets
The Temple: Going Native
Ninety-Five Steps to
Eric D Knapp
Paul H Schnaars on a journal of space madness
117 and fading fast
Bonnie Nish and a search for a birthplace
The Lost Books of the
G David Schwartz on the process of creating the bible
Oakland in Black and White
out yer pockets and gimme yer wallet kid," he had said.
Black Buffalo Woman
pain told him that he was still alive - the prophecy of his vision
had not been fulfilled.
the wonder dog
David Tavernier - about a dog who could save marriages...
the Feds, Park, hundreds of 'em'
A Babershop Conversation
if you want to hear a little personal truth, I've never once
had a haircut I liked
A Gazelle is an Antelope
Daniel Thant is not feeling well...
Angry Young Man
Ive been the kind of person who walks around wanting to punch
shiny, happy people right in the pie hole
James Carey takes a road
trip to nowhere
Richard Meyers in the ballroom
Daniel Thant - protecting the one you love
House of the
William Starr Moake in Hawaii
Larry Thompson & a piano player
Gabriel Ricard: the first day of Ninth Grade
Short Story of the year -2003
The Curse of the Swiss
a story about lust and trust in a marriage
Ostrich & the Fog
Janice Slater playing with tigers
A Fallen History
Judy Randano on being a klutz
Brilliant Game Plan
rules of attraction'
your help, now. '
Sisters whispered that she was touched by tongues of the Holy Spirit.
Daddy's Little Girl
Learn's To Drive
lower class morning
D. G. Harris
Dominic H gets a ransom note
Warren Vanderpool on spectres
in Vancouver with dog
Prophet of The Night
Sit there and do Nothing
Warren Vanderpool's horror story
Nights in New York
Stranger in Sweden
Sidi Benzahra and stolen kisses
with Hoofed Feet
The Woman with hoofed feet
- part two
Sidi Benzahra on lust and revenge
Simon Walker - What is Art?
Afternoon, Miss Garsha
has singing lessons
Regular Day (behind the bar)
sick, Charlie knew it.
She had it down cold, that thing that made people fawn
from Seacliffe Police Headquarters
Christmas Will be Different
Power of Nothing
'To be still was impossible for her. They weren't living with a
Will Bombs drop on Vancouver?
Jess," he said, when he was finally able to speak, "that's
it. It's all over."
- A Squatter's Tale
What Goes Around...
A Tale of a Love Apart
Jim Curtiss on love across boundaries
Up the Malaysian Peninsula
Can we, I ask, stalling, stop somewhere and get
Sidi C Benzahara
Joe Sinclair in Japan
We take a very dim view of any and all forms of cheating.
Haired Disasters -
Heather Neale on mother/ daughter/ boyfriend relationships
-watch your back on the road
Down The Walls Of Heartache
A dog and a very devoted owner.
shared realization that the universe is much, much more than they
until I met you. It was how I met you.
THE REDEMPTION CENTRE
that cut crystal ash tray look nice in the living room?
she would ask
BOY WITH A FISHING
C. J. Spataro
the boy from the dock. Two summers ago
Dade - She smoked the same way you did; incessantly,
another life, he might have been my love.
CANON in D
He tells me to quit trying to get loose; theres no escape.
We're doin' this one step at a time, son; there's no fancy schmancy
Tokyo assembly linefor this kind of work."
LANDSCAPES GREAT AND SMALL
I have no answers, I just ask questions.
THE RABBIT GOD
Paul had developed a keen understanding of the female mind.
'I just stood there in a stupor unable to move or think
FLAT LINE ON A CLIFFTOP
I have only just remembered that my brother tried to kill himself
WEST OF WORLD
August 02 Story of the Month
She had not told any other students, as far as he knew. Of course,
she might have.
Summer Fiction alt choice
Pinyo pulls Harry close, snuggles into his neck.
2002 Story of the month
She wasnt in the mood for anything much, even conversation was proving difficult tonight,
... she could see the brittle, wheat-colored wasteland that used
to be her garden.
The Blue Why
'You can't touch me, I'm underage.'
Sidi C. Benzahra
I decided to confront my fear and go to the white shack - see all
that blood and gore.
FIFTY-TWO WHITE THIRTY-SiX
... a flash of nubile, female thigh or a snugly encased bottom would
be far from convivial to maintaining a chaste and celibate, male
state of mind.
are times I wonder if hes even real. If he could possibly
be the man I believe him to be.
had met a woman in the hotel, and was totally mad about her
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