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April 2014 Blog Posts (32)

Just Remain Seated





Added by C.C. Rocker on April 29, 2014 at 9:08 — No Comments


 Empty! Some towns are like that – an emptiness in the soul. Standing on the corner looking up and down the main drag. Nothing. Up and down the side street. Nothing. Just the oppression of the place, like even the dust had given up.

I walked north. I could have boxed the compass; it wouldn’t have mattered. I walked north and hoped.

Two blocks and he was standing there. Another corner, just as empty, just as lonely, except there he was – his white cane extended into the roadway.…


Added by Kenneth Weene on April 28, 2014 at 15:20 — 7 Comments

Hopes and Dreams

Hopes and Dreams

Jaz waited under the clock, a wilting bunch of roses hanging limply by his side.  When he arrived the evening was still bright with promise and excitement, now it was darkening with the setting sun and his humiliation. The girl that featured in his dreams had arranged to meet him here, on the station platform at six. His shoulders drooped; he should have known it was too good to be true; that a beautiful and popular girl like her would agree to…


Added by Avril Scott on April 28, 2014 at 14:38 — 6 Comments

Looking in a Mirror

Beyond the Sun’s heliopause the asteroid, mined and modified into the Deep Space One Observatory, drifted through the interstellar void. Its lazy rotation created a 0.7 gravity for the 211 scientists and technicians living there; humanities furthest outpost.

Martin Messier idly flicked through the latest news feed from Earth, 3 months old now. History. Christ I'm bored he thought, putting his pad down to stare at the data scrolling across the lab’s holoscreen.…


Added by Richard Ostler on April 27, 2014 at 20:30 — No Comments


There exists a woman in space, her eyes have seen many things but still are light with the wonders yet to come. She is known as StarChaser, Daughter of royalty, and friend to the people. Her race has natural abilities above those of earth. The ability to pull oxygen from the water as easily as air. Her body can withstand the vacuum of space and the pressures of the deepest oceans.

She was to be queen of her planet of Reznor, but left on her 18th birthday to explore the universe,…


Added by Andrew Lionheart on April 25, 2014 at 14:39 — No Comments


Oh, the grin,
The villainous grin,
The one with blood
To fill it within,
With the sin to offend
By merely a thin
Bend of the lips
A curl at each end.

Added by Spider Phibes on April 24, 2014 at 23:24 — No Comments

How I Spent My Sumer Vacashun



last july, my mommy and daddy took me and my little brother to the unded zoo to see the last peepel ther who are steel around who are ded but steel moving around. ther were lots of cages with peepel inside them who looked like they were ded, but steel moving a round a lot. one of the unded peepel had only haf a face and i coood see his bones on one…


Added by RM DuChene on April 24, 2014 at 19:42 — No Comments

Words, Words, Words






Added by C.C. Rocker on April 24, 2014 at 8:10 — No Comments

Melody's Birth

Charles drives his automobile onto the street where his daughter's other grandparents live. He is there because someone told him that his daughter's mother, Britney, is visiting. He drives onto the driveway that is partial blocked with several automobiles.

He goes to the door; before he rings the bell, it opens. Britney's father stares at him. "I told you I never wanted you on my door steps ever again in life."

"I came here to talk to Britney," Charles says.

"What… Continue

Added by George Davis on April 23, 2014 at 1:54 — No Comments


   I stood like a ghost behind the net curtain of my dark and dingy room. I watched as my mother stood talking to one of my school friends outside on the doorstep. Inside I wished for her to leave but as I watched, my mother invited her in. My heart closed like a fist; I felt the familiar knot in my throat as I heard the stairs creak and the knock on the door that followed.

   “Andi?” Anxious. Worried. Concerned. “Andi, can I come in?” Tired of the waiting. Tired of the hiding. “You…


Added by Kirsty Robinson on April 22, 2014 at 12:39 — 4 Comments

Last Date

Sally turned to leave, her heart began to race as she spotted Harry enter the crowded room.

His eye’s scanned the room, then they met hers.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.”

Her eyebrows bunched in confusion “What.”

“I love you”

“How do you expect me to respond to this?”

“How about you love me too.”

“How about I’m leaving” said Sally as she stormed past him, she was leaving.

“Doesn’t anything I’ve said…


Added by Graeme Edwardson on April 20, 2014 at 11:22 — No Comments

Organic Milk

“And what, pray tell, is organic milk?” 

My aunt asks me this question with a challenging swagger.  She does not believe in “organic.”  Not in the mood to get scoffed at about falling for a marketing ploy, I give a concise definition.  I get scoffed at anyway.

“You know, that’s not highly regulated at all, and last I heard, it’s illegal to feed hormones to animals raised for food and milk and the like.”  It is the only milk in the house.  She uses it, against her consumer…


Added by Sherrie Dennis on April 19, 2014 at 23:18 — No Comments

Walking on The Sleeping Thoughts

Before this, sleeping had taken Jonathan to a guy that he didn’t know but calling him like they had a story. The guy in his dream called him Steve. Jonathan or Steve -it’s up to you want to read as who–was sleeping when something (or someone) touched his cheek softly, like whatever it was, didn’t want to wake him up –but it did. He found that guy right there (brown-haired, 20s years old), standing and staring at him at…


Added by Aditya Prawira on April 14, 2014 at 18:00 — No Comments

Sixty Seconds

Rocco!, Rocco!, Rocco!, the 500 strong boxing crowd had found their voice. Seconds remained in round 4 when Rocco had momentarily left himself open. A straight left hand freight trained upwards into his ribcage. The thump of leather on skin was enough to flip stomachs in the watching crowd. Rocco instinctively raised his knee to his chest and…


Added by Ronnie Capaldi on April 14, 2014 at 16:19 — 8 Comments

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Added by Steve Downes on April 13, 2014 at 13:36 — No Comments

Darkness at Midnight

Darkness surrounded the park; moved through the trees; encompassed the foliage.  Only animals with gigantic eyes dared be outside.  Darkness gripped the parking lot, but was fought back by lamps surrounding the pavilion.

A vehicle drove through the woods and parked under the lamp in front of the pavilion.  A girl sat in the driver’s seat.  She left the car running, turned on the ceiling light, and pulled out her computer.  The blinking curser on the blank word-processing screen…


Added by Jessica Straw on April 13, 2014 at 12:53 — 3 Comments

Bubbles of Trouble

Trouble Bubbles,
Bubbles of Trouble
First there is one,
Then they double
Soon you trip, 
Stumble and fumble
Bubbles of Trouble, 
Trouble Bubbles.…

Added by C.C. Rocker on April 13, 2014 at 10:25 — No Comments

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The Three Holes 

     The worst part of her day had begun; her comically oversized eyes opened with great pain. Without consciousness, she reached for the Chardonnay from the night before. "Fuck", she…


Added by C.C. Rocker on April 12, 2014 at 21:00 — No Comments

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Added by Steve Downes on April 11, 2014 at 14:51 — No Comments

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Who Do You Show Your Stories To?

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I'm still working at the story-a-week thing, and keeping up with it so far. One thing I'm wondering is who I should show them to to get feedback. Some of these I want to put in the novel/collection…Continue

A Formatting Question-- How would you...?

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Okay, I know that there are about 3 instances where you'd regularly use italics in fiction: showing foreign/made-up goblidigoober words, "indicating mental thoughts" and putting stress on words being…Continue

Publishing Percentages!

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Do you send everything you complete off for publication? What's your written/submitted ratio like? What do you consider a successful percentage? Or do you go for quality over quantity! (I mean…Continue

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New works: published and otherwise.

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Title Advice?

Posted by Daniel Hale on December 14, 2015 at 18:29 0 Comments

I just completed, as near as I can tell, my first book: a collection stories disguised as a novel. I do currently have a working title that I was initially happy with, BUT it may now be too obscure or inapplicable.

The title as it is now is "The Psalterdemalion." This is a combination of two of my favorite words: Psalter, which is a small book of psalms, and Tatterdemalion, which is a man dressed in multicolored rags and tatters. My thinking was that the man character, a story thief,…


A Memory Resides In Soho

Posted by Ronnie Capaldi on November 24, 2015 at 21:06 0 Comments

A Memory Resides In Soho

On the 1st August 2015 a special night had arrived for seventy-five year old Robert Harris and his seventy-two year old wife Barbara.  Robert was nattily dressed in a blue suit and Barbara looked elegant in a long flowing red and black flowery dress. They were in the heart of the…


Final Stretch for my First Project

Posted by Daniel Hale on November 16, 2015 at 2:41 0 Comments

So I've got my stories together for my first collection, and am currently working on the connecting narrative. I haven't even thought yet how I'm gonna get this published. Gotta start thinking what I need to do. 


Posted by Ronnie Capaldi on November 12, 2015 at 17:40 0 Comments


Mark stood on a sea cliff top. A wave below roared in and sprayed out a ferocious impact. Its retreat left a glistening carpet of foamy shale. To his left, a slender figured girl appeared, dressed only in a skimpy black nightie. Her blonde hair fell over her face. Scarlet lips whispered to him,…


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