Short Story <= 7500 words

'poH

'poH
by Joyce Melton

 

I had a weird dream about working on a series of kid's books. They were illustrated and I wish I could draw like that. Some of it looked a lot like Brad Guigar's art on Evil, Inc.

One of the books was about a young owl discovering things. It was called, "Nobody Really Likes Liver."

The Tank

 The Tank

© 2009 Nick B

A young man wakes face down on concrete to find himself in a room with no doors or windows. Contusions and bruising on his head are painful reminders of the events that led him to where he was and as his memory returns, he realises he’s not the only one in trouble.

He has to get out and fast…

she ate screaming yellow zonkers

I posted this once but chickened out and deleted it. Here it is again. A heartwarming story about family values. Manson Family, that is...

 
SHE ATE SCREAMING YELLOW ZONKERS
by Laika Pupkino
 
 
YOU EVER SKINNED ANYONE ALIVE? IT'S REALLY COOL, THEY'RE LIKE ALL SCREAMING AND SHIT, BUT I DON'T THINK A PERSON COULD DO IT ALONE, NOT WITH THEM STILL ALIVE ANYWAY. AND THEIR SKIN...

Savage Vaudeville

 Savage Vaudeville

1989, 2009 by Laika Pupkino.

      This is some kind of vaudeville, or else it's magic, or maybe it's the day that the dead hobbled all gimpety-gimp down the wide boulevard sidewalks. Something... 

      This is the story of Shellie Marie Sandoval, who in her nearly twenty-one years of life had never laid eyes on an uncircumsized penis.
 
      Penis, penis, penis...

Row of pins

1.

I had the car, so it must be within the last couple years, but I don't know the highway. I was a long way from anywhere, and I have a memory I think must have been a little earlier, of driving through a strange flat land with dead trees and oily puddles of lakes. But this one picks up where I'm eating dinner in a large log house with an elderly couple. I don't recognize them, I think we must have just met, and they're being very hospitable. Earlier the man was showing me something in the garage that he was proud of. A computer-controlled milling machine, maybe? Maybe it was more like a jigsaw. I think he had built it himself. He was using it to make stupid kitschy plywood cut-outs and she would douse them in acrylic latex. Such a waste. The room was decorated with the cut-outs and I had seen more in the yard.

Freezing spirits of Air

by Matthew Skala

 

My cat watches me from his patch of sunlight. No familiar spirit this year; just an ordinary cat, black and sleek and wise in the manner of cats. Does he feel my pain? I have heard that cats have a similar disease, a slow waning of the body's defenses. But can he comprehend my unique fear?

When I was young and immortal I feared nothing; but in eight centuries I have grown wiser. Even as I advanced my position, removing my enemies one by one, I was learning the price of such advancement. Wizards have long memories, I know this; even dead ones. I fear not death but who waits for me on the other side.

Planet Jerk

Roger, Jerk & Roseanna---street people---spend the rainy winter of 1979 hunkered down in a banged up little mildew infested Dodge Dart. Be it ever so humble, it's home...

PLANET JERK
 
by Roger Di Prima
 

An X Is A Kiss But Not...

And Lo, the traveller came at last to the sky's edge. He put down his staff + poked his head thru the fabric of space, beholding the mighty clockwork of the cosmos, the great turning gears, the merry go round and the ferris wheel. He smelled the heavenly corndogs and heard the calliope music. And he said, "Hey wait for me you guys!"

 
An X is a KISS
 
but NOT when
 
playing SCRABBLE
 
by  LAIKA PUPKINO
 

Silver Blood-Epilogue

Silver Blood-Epilogue
As we lifted away from the now burning city, I heard a voice emit from a solitary figure in the back, "Well done, but there are questions to be answered."

The Dragon, the Unicorn, and a Girl Named Food

Dragons gotta eat ... so do unicorns. This isn't good news for a girl named Food. 

With Apologies to J.M. Barrie

 

With Apologies to J.M. Barrie

By

Daughter of Theon

If I should die before I wake…

Vince Vega in Vita-Vision

A story told in the form of an article about the old Humphrey Bogart movie that PULP FICTION was based on...

 
VINCE VEGA IN VITA-VISION
 
by Laika Pupkino
 

The Glaistig

The Glaistig

By

Daughter of Theon

 

Pain was part of life, he knew that and for so many years he had accepted the pain.   Now though it was different.  It wasn’t that the pain was any greater; he just felt that same pain a little bit more.  Before she left he could have endured anything, in their fifty-three years together she had given him his strength, now she was gone, as was his strength and his will to endure.

Star Bright

Everybody knows, wishes only come true under starlight....

Star Bright

by Wanda Cunningham

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile . . .
 
 
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

 

She stood on the balcony, the light blazing over her left shoulder to warn off ships with captains still too stubborn to update to modern equipment. Her hair kept annoyingly blowing into her mouth as the wind whipped it around her head -- not at all like you see in the movies where the wind is always in your face and hair billows out behind your head in a cloud that never tangles.

Quarry

Quarry
 
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

 

She brushed a matted hank of wet hair away from her eyes, wishing she would have had the presence of mind to braid it back before the Hunt. Even through the rain, the trail was clear, as though the animal knew he was more than a match for her. She swung her right leg along as she pushed through the mud, the wooden guides the armorer had sewn into the protective leather over her leg were doing exactly what they were meant to do and prevented her poorly healed injury from keeping her from her duty to family and Duke Ashley. She let her mind wander a bit, as she moved between the trees and brush through the ever more soggy mud.

Off-Camera Christmas


Off-Camera Christmas

 
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
 
(With apologies to Charles M. Schultz)

All of the characters in the following story are solely the property of Charles M. Schultz and his estate (We miss you, Chuck!), with the exception of the cameraman. I claim nothing for myself except the thought to put the story together.

One of everyone's favorite things to watch, come the Yuletide season, is A Charlie Brown Christmas. But did you ever wonder what happened behind the scenes?

Flashback

Flashback

(c) Nick B 2007

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