Force Fed - Rowan Martin |
There was not much left to be done. There were slug trails of his spit on my stomach, and I thought, it'll dry like come and I'll find it later and be disgusted. I could see what was happening, or the...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 05:56:00 PST |
Orange - A.W. Singerman |
He opened the door to find himself facing a gigantic orange. After a few minutes of staring, with little consequence, he made an attempt to peel it...:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:05:00 PST |
Drift Matthew Paisley |
A thin sheen of sweat surrounds him as he sits, his breath leaves him along with his troubles, and he signals to the bar in customary fashion. The drink arrives along with the realization that he is d...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 04:44:00 PST |
Death of a Drag Queen Steven Bain |
Part IWe all stood by the bank of the river laughing, just moments before he had been parading up and down the dingy walkway which now and then was illuminated by disco lights, reflecting onto a milli...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 05:21:00 PST |
Minute Men - G.A.S.H. |
I killed and ate her dog on a hot day,
and to open-faced concerned inquiries
I responded shamelessly false, a fearless
shifting of facial features into a mask
of discerning worry in our community. ...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:55:00 PST |
A Wee Do Amy Rafferty |
The kitchen top has been wiped down. The buffet spread far and wide across the serving table that Ma bought about a million years back when her and Pa were first married. He's through in the lounge no...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 09:11:00 PST |
An Example of Shoddy Beat Poetry' - Jocky Venkataraman |
A wicked heart can make a million noises; a settled one maybe two or three With the foundations of a better life, foundations are all they're ever going to be I've looked around at all the places in ...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 06:57:00 PST |
A Path of Sin and Suffering - Bobby Womb |
The same drab grayness hints of nothing on the horizon. Ancient trees once lined the scarred road, but are gone now and have not been replaced. Their ugly stumps welcome me home and give me the feel...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Sun, 23 Jul 2006 07:51:00 PST |
J.A. (23-05-06) - Hannah McCall |
In the door, already opened."Sorry""Thankyou"Two dogs at heel. Two birds in the cage. Two of us. Two of them.And her. Or it. To them she'll always be her. To us, maybe not. To others, even less.Turn b...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 02:46:00 PST |
Portrait of a woman... - Lorna Callery |
Portrait of a Woman Suffering from Obsessive Envy c.1822, Theodore GericaultAllegory of Love with Cupid and Venus c.1540-60, Agnolo BronzinoIt was after hours, the events staff had gone home and an ol...
Posted by WasteNotes fiction on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 05:08:00 PST |
