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This was my last 99fiction entry. Its pretty different from what I normally do, and I'm not sure of the quality and how I actually feel about it.
But its posted below for any feedback!
This is the third time I've visited this place; the first was the day I met you, the second was the day we…Continue
A really quick note to say that I have taken the big leap into semi-self publishing and compiled 21 of my best recent tales into a handy pdf which I'm selling as a pay-what-you-want charity fundraiser here:
Any donation will get you an email with a link to the download page, where you can grab some prize winners (Liverpool's WOWFest, 99 Fiction,…Continue
Added by Karl A Russell on May 29, 2014 at 20:51 — No Comments
The office was large and the cool, quiet whispers of the air conditioning tickled the leaves of a yucca and the hairs on the nape of Darren’s neck. Tedious meetings caused him to stay behind, alone, to catch up on missed work. A wall-length window would have given ample illumination but for the wall of the building adjacent; an alleyway littered with snow and graffiti and cobwebbed by fire escapes separated the two.
Darren could control the air conditioning, but not the heating (that…Continue
Friend of mine has pitched an idea she has for a webcomic that's piqued my interest, and wants me to write it for her while she does the artwork. She has a broad concept and a few characters, but otherwise is leaving it all up to me.
It's a promising project. My main concern so far is writing the 'script' in such a way as to give her enough artistic leeway. Anyone have any suggestions about that?
My name is Christian Crider. I'm a writer/photographer/documentarian out of Tampa, FL. I've earned a bachelor's in creative writing, and a master's in journalism.
I'm currently working on multiple projects: editing a rather large collection of my poetry, writing short fiction (mostly horror), and a script for a comic series set in a sci-fi universe. I also do freelance journalism whenever something interesting comes up.
I'm looking forward to contributing some of my own work…
As a child I had a 'friend' - he wasn't a friend for long because he was weird and he beat me up - whose surname was Hoy. Hoy said to me one day that when the world ends he'd be OK because he'd have somewhere to go, meaning the Isle of Hoy in the Orkneys. Being surnamed Coker, I felt sad because I didn't think there was anywhere for me and my family to go if such a catastrophic event actually occurred.
Then I took to studying maps and learned that there is not one, but three villages…Continue
Added by Rob Coker on May 26, 2014 at 13:18 — No Comments
Loren awoke. "Oh," she sighed, and embraced the sheets more tightly around her. His side was already cold.
Added by Angie_Fayre on May 21, 2014 at 8:00 — No Comments
Caroline attentively listened to him while they ate. She hadn't dolled up but that somehow enhanced her, complementing the timeless hourglass she'd held frozen a decade. She took up the dishes, brought him a cold one and caressed him contentedly as they lazed about the TV. How was he going to tell her about the baby?
Added by Angie_Fayre on May 21, 2014 at 7:47 — No Comments
(Note: This was originally written as a horror story competition entry a few years back, but was excluded by the organisers as they felt that it had the potential to disturb and shock some of the readers. It has never seen the light of day before, so if you don't mind being disturbed and shocked, then have at it...)
The old girl looked half dead already. Standing in the darkened room, watching her skinny chest rise and fall, taking an age between breaths, I wondered if it was…Continue
‘There. In the woods. See it?’
Thomas Dune stood on tip-toe next to his big brother, who was pointing through the window, over the field. A well-worn footway stretched the eighty yards or so straight to a copse of beech, birch, and pine. Leafy scents drifted over the grass in the night, through their open window.
‘I can’t see, Joe.’
Joe lifted him up to the window-ledge. ‘There.’
Tommy saw a shape, like the shadow of a man, glowing with a faint aura of olive. It…Continue
Added by Rob Coker on May 20, 2014 at 13:07 — No Comments
Greg held his breath and studied the plant's swollen, distended fruit. Again the leathery skin undulated against his palms. The first kicks of a successfully garden-grown human! He grabbed his cellphone from his lab coat, poised to dial, then winced and put it back. He was sure his girlfriend would thrill at his department's good news, but at some point she was also going to realize she'd been cloned.
Added by Angie_Fayre on May 19, 2014 at 10:07 — No Comments
"There is a problem, Captain," Droid-Nine said, "The suspect has swallowed the key we demanded. Inquiry: how badly do you want this key?"
"How badly?" The captain asked, "Are you stupid? We can't disarm the bomb without it. Half the city will be destroyed; thousands will die. That's how badly. Does that compute with you, Nine?"
Droid-Nine arched a brow and replied blandly, "You misunderstand my inquiry. I am stronger than the Jaws of Life, however, I cannot implement such…Continue
Added by Angie_Fayre on May 19, 2014 at 9:37 — No Comments
A big Thank You to all of you who wrote all these great stories to make it a brilliant competition. Many thanks for all your Likes and comments to the authors. Well here it is...the winners are...
Most loved story by our members is They're Going To Die by…Continue
Added by Steve Downes on May 17, 2014 at 8:07 — No Comments
The Rock Bar, what a dive, peeling paint on the door and Fat Dave still hasn't fixed that smashed window. The place is dark and seedy but I love it, it's where I first met the missus, God bless her.
Nothing much ever changes in The Rock Bar, same crappy fittings, same beer, same music. Although one thing is new, a Dave Grohl poster is up on the wall, alongside the Floyd's Dave Gilmour. Quite an honor for the American upstart, if only he knew he'd finally made…Continue
Kitteh! Kitteh! Small and grey,
Wants cheezburgers every day.
What uncommon kind of cat
Requests a diet such as that?
In what distant basement dream
Someone first described that meme?
What microwavable snacks
‘I like you,’ she said, brown eyes twinkling in the candlelight. ‘I find you interesting. But don’t expect any sickening deference from me. You will be disappointed.’
He liked the tall ones that were hard-to-get. ‘I don’t believe that there’s a single word you can say, or a single thing you can do, that will leave me disappointed.’ His hair was greying at the temples but years yet from thinning, advantageous genetics. His debut novel had been on the best-seller’s list for a month. ‘I…Continue
Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold. The faint suggestion of a reprieve could be seen in the tiny buds on the stunted shrubs in the yard, but the cut of the wind was as fearsome as it had been since Jim had set out for the mainland in late October. Shona had received two packages from him, but nothing since the New Year. She wondered if he would come back in time for the birth.
Gaunt and bitter she struggled out to the shed, the child inside her belly…Continue
Added by Rob Coker on May 11, 2014 at 17:00 — No Comments
I more or less finished an outline of a shortish story which I was pretty happy with - even excited about, which is rare for me. There are lots of weird characters and crazy scenes, a…Continue
Added by Preston Randall on May 10, 2014 at 1:00 — No Comments