Foreign Policy. (short fiction) |
In the states we would shoot them loudmouths,.. said the blonde woman, looking normal, but being as crazed as they came.The waiter placed the cards on the table. We encourage voiceless communication, ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 09:34:00 GMT |
The other Woman (short story) |
Ruthie was eighty-seven when they came for her. They rang the bell and when she opened up they told her that they would have to take her away. Told her she was to old to live by herself like she had d...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 07:51:00 GMT |
The Bird. (a short story) |
It was tiny she thought as she looked with big eyes at the small creature that moved about her outstretched palm. Fluff not quite feather yet covered the bird as it hopped about. Everything was small,...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 09:29:00 GMT |
First time Bloomer. (a short story) |
The first thing I remembered was light, a crackle of, which was suddenly there in a distance. It was out of my reach and I saw barely a shimmer of it. As time went by the shimmer grew, sometimes sudde...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 09:27:00 GMT |
Blind Mans Bluff. |
Ellie was blind, had been since she was born. All she knew of the world was the way it felt to her hands and skin. She knew the taste and smell of things and her ears picked up sounds that were lost o...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 21:37:00 GMT |
The in the forest thing. |
I kept driving like I had been doing for the past three weeks, following a road that was never ending and never getting me anywhere. I yawned, it was wet and misty outside, bits of cloud drifted acros...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 02:46:00 GMT |
Underneath. |
I lost track of time then but it seemed like it had been dark forever. The reality was that little more than an hour had passed. I did not know. I had made the best I could of the position I was in an...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 02:44:00 GMT |
At the bar. |
'You know,' he said after a while, 'we could have sat in the middle of nowhere, somewhere like a desert together, and apart from the heat, you and me would have had a decent time there.''You think,' s...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 03:17:00 GMT |
The Bowling Alley |
Its the last door on the left, the blonde receptionist told Jack, you can go right in.Jack was a little nervous, he hadnt seen his friend in more than ten years, now he was stood outside his office do...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 18:11:00 GMT |
The Signing. |
The signing.I read about it in the paper, Elmore Leonard would be signing his books today, in a shop, in town, 12:30 till. I was in the bathtub when I read it, thought James Ellroy first, always did, ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 21:11:00 GMT |
