Short Stories

Steps to a Stranger

Steps to a Stranger

[media-credit name=”Courtesy of Creative Commons” align=”alignleft” width=”240″][/media-credit]She trembled up the steps, exhausted but relieved. Another night filled with dancing lay ahead, rhythms and movements that would course through her veins and anything she could think of that would help her to move her life forward. That’s all she wanted. A life to remember: a life […]

By September 2, 2012 1 Comments Read More →
The Elephant Frowned

The Elephant Frowned

  The Elephant Frowned A journalist interviews a film director and breaks through the idealised version to uncover the truth, lies and manipulation. But what is reality and what is fiction when everyone has an agenda?   “Because a person’s word is not enough anymore. If there’s nothing there, something has to be invented.”   […]

Stepping On Cracks

Stepping On Cracks

A creative piece on recovering from heartache… What is it about the rain? Knocking on my bedroom window, like a desperate lover, begging for someone to listen to his sad song. Damn him for waking me! How I hate his persistent tapping. Sleep is the only antidote for what ails me, but today the rain […]

There Exists The Ittie Bitties

There Exists The Ittie Bitties

[media-credit name=”Ittie Bitties Know Your Neighborhood” align=”alignleft” width=”300″][/media-credit]Everyone used to be nice to the sub-human species. But of all the foolish things they could have done those big wig oil tycoons have turned the unthinkable into an all-out assault on the Ittie Bitties. The one place those Itties cherished most, the field between the big […]

By May 30, 2012 2 Comments Read More →
Citizen Journalist Loses Cock

Citizen Journalist Loses Cock

Samuel Mael | Expats Post The mystery of Brooklyn Boychick’s life revealed. March changes everything, and something happened one March morning in the not so distant past that was significant in only a minute sort of way. That morning Brooklyn Boychick woke up with a nasty hangover and no milk in the refrigerator for his […]

By May 6, 2012 1 Comments Read More →
Departures

Departures

We told him we were thinking about moving to Portland, and a few minutes later, Mario was in the middle of telling us how much he loved Texas and would never leave.   ‘It’s big.  It’s chill.  The people are pretty cool.  I mean, some of them are a little bibly.  Bibly or racist – […]

By February 18, 2012 4 Comments Read More →
Existence

Existence

Some time ago, I discovered I was made of clay. Not in the metaphorical sense, as in: ‘Recently, he’d realized his idol had feet of clay.’ It happened in the shower.  I washed my hair, soaped and rinsed, and washed my face.  Not wanting to leave the warmth of the water for the chill of […]

By February 7, 2012 9 Comments Read More →
Waiting in the 11th Arrondissement

Waiting in the 11th Arrondissement

Sometimes the sentence, “Can I tell you something honest and you won’t be mad?” should never be used during a conversation. The man seems nervous to me whereas the woman is much more relaxed. She walks confidently through the door, open, smiling, happy to be here. The man on the other hand is constantly looking […]

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