Richard was speeding his way to the emergency room to visit Lola. He hoped it wasn't too late. Lola had ingested a handful of M&Ms, which she had earlier mistaken for sleeping pills. Richard knew that she wasn't in any real danger---after all there aren't many medically documented cases of M&M overdoses, except perhaps for a few cases among 6th graders in the San Fernando Valley, where everything is just a little twisted. But Richard also knew Lola's was not entirely a medical case.… Continue
Added by Brad Rose on May 31, 2009 at 10:00pm —
The morning is spend in a whirlwind of activities, securing enough for the ferry and the bus as far to the east of Vancouver as possible. Things go smoothly and dusk sees the Cat resting under a tree in Hope.
At dawn, it's the ride the Cat was waiting for, right to the hearth of Calgary. The Cat made good time, just a little over 30 hour. Not bad for hitchhiking from Victoria.
Added by Mike Rochette on May 31, 2009 at 5:00pm —
Rendered mute by the beauty
He’d seen it in his dream
He’d realized it in the moment
Right there in the cooling stream
The flow enveloped and surrounded
The waters sang, then pounded
Minnehaha waters swam
Laughing waters of his youth returned
Memory fogged, then burned
Minnehaha waters swam
He swam them for hours as a boy
They failed not in providing joy
Those waters where… Continue
Added by Michael Solender on May 31, 2009 at 4:00pm —
Marissa was much too old for an umbilical attachment, albeit to her cell phone, but she refused to cut the cord and learn that silence is often a virtue.
On the afternoon of the accident, she was walking down Mercer Street, her head cocked so far sideways it seemed to bob on her left shoulder as she explained to Derrick on the other end that she was stopping at Tessie’s for a coffee and kruller, then to Francine’s for a blue blouse, then perhaps she’d sit on a park bench and relate… Continue
Added by Salvatore Buttaci on May 31, 2009 at 10:00am —
The Cat's attempt at scraping a few cents from the tourists failed. The tourist are few and far between. This economy is nuts for everyone. So Now what to do?
The Cat lies in bed, in this overheated, sun drenched closet at the backpackers inn. The thoughts flows heavily. There is no way out from this end. With all the pieces in place, this game is lost. The Cat needs to move. A computer is required for most of the ideas that could be workable. The Cat's computer, held in Cow… Continue
Added by Mike Rochette on May 31, 2009 at 1:00am —
Our fights are killing me. I am not what you need. You are becoming someone I loathe. Nevertheless, I cling to you convinced that we are meant to be. Can we beat this monster- this horrifying nightmare clawing away at our happiness? I certainly hope so; I only want to find forever with you.
Added by Anna D on May 30, 2009 at 10:56pm —
The first time I ever saw her she was a tiny red dot moving along the ridge of Llewed, a giant rock escarpment that guards the southern flank of the Snowdonia mountain range. I sat on the summit of Snowdon, paying my respects to it's ancient and shattered rock, and watched the dot moving steadily toward me along the scrambling and rocky ridge path.
As she came closer the red dot became a garish mountain anorak, but it wasn't the Ferrari coat that drew my attention, it was the eyes.… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on May 30, 2009 at 4:40pm —
I had forgotten that sight; of the valley surrounded, the fields of rolling green and the cliffs, a broken stone corona. Within the hour I would step from the train and into the home of my enemy. I would need my every wit. Revenge was bubbling in my heart. The tongue had been plucked from my head, useless. Tonight I would sleep in… Continue
Added by MrNick on May 30, 2009 at 3:33pm —
"so how was your day who cares
" is a thick paragraph. Nice publication, Full of Crow. Good peeps. I also recommend Mel Bosworth's piece "We Three Are Me." (It's the only other piece I've read in the issue so far, but I liked it. So. Check it out.)
Added by Robb Todd on May 30, 2009 at 1:35pm —
Before any of them saw the body, they smelled it. Detective Simon hated that most about his job: what the captain called “the whiff of death,” he called “STENCH” in capital letters, and he always kept his fingers crossed he’d reach the scene soon after death instead of like now days later. Even the mask he pushed against his face didn’t help at all; it seemed the odor got past it, rushed into his mouth and kept his throat gagging, threatening a sumo-retch. He let Bartholomew do the talking… Continue
Added by Salvatore Buttaci on May 30, 2009 at 9:30am —
I love it how
you’re always there
like some bold knight
on a stallion
saving my day
they told us as girls
we can do it all
and that we don’t need
some grand knight.
I never bought that one
didn’t rent it either
because there’s nothing like
a good night.…
Added by Olive Rosehips on May 30, 2009 at 1:53am —
The Cat has a plan, well sort of a plan. At dawn the Cat is found looking for bottles and cans left over from the Friday night parties.
it's not much then again the Cat does not need much, Just enough for the ferry.
The shelter staff is most helpful and supply food and the little bit the Cat need to skip Vancouver, enough to take public transit as far out as it goes. So nose to the wind, the Cat leaves.
Added by Mike Rochette on May 30, 2009 at 1:30am —
50/50 to 60/40 to 70/30 to 80/20 to 90/10 until I'm doing all the work. This one-sided relationship isn't doing my self-esteem a hell of a lot of good. My heart's talons are still stuck in, even when I realize you don't love me as much as I love you. I'm betraying myself by nurturing this mockery of love, happiness and healthy relationships. You make me do things I'd never have done, make decisions I'd never have made; I'm losing my self-respect darling, and making a fool of myself. I know I'd… Continue
Added by Rachel Winter on May 29, 2009 at 11:46pm —
Bow down to the Almighty; give your love unconditionally, don't voice your opinions, obey every edict and in return He will give love and respect on his own time, with conditions indicated in the fine print. One wrong move, one foot out of line, one wrong decision in a lifetime of blind servitude and you'll lose favor forever. Follow the Reigner Supreme's rules of love, life, belief...everything; otherwise you'll be slighted without a second thought. It's so simple; be dominated and taken care… Continue
Added by Rachel Winter on May 29, 2009 at 11:30pm —
I struggled to make this piece a six, but it ended up being a nine-sentencer. Still, my story "Good for the Gander"
is a finalist in Fantasy Magazine's May Madness Micro-Fiction Contest
The final selections are up in a reader's poll on the site. The top three selected will have their stories podcasted by PodCastle and 1st Place gets $10. No, you don't have to vote for me (unless you wanted to) but it'd be more… Continue
Added by Don P on May 29, 2009 at 9:41pm —
Added by Don P on May 29, 2009 at 9:32pm —
So far the Cat's attempts at an escape have failed. The system is too tight, the schedule immovable or hunger sets in.
There are a few dollars left from the governments handout. Enough for a couple days at a backpackers hotel and a few cups of coffee. The Cat will gamble on Peoples curiosity for the Esoteric. Could fortune telling be the way out? This afternoon my tarot cards come out.
Added by Mike Rochette on May 29, 2009 at 12:54pm —
Between Big Blue River and Little Blue River in a clump before the second bridge, a fisherman from nearby Marysville found the naked body lying on its back, looking like an enormous beached white-bellied fish. Of course, he phoned 911 on his cell phone, the same cell phone he told his wife he never had any use for and now was grateful as hell he let her tuck it into his tackle box.
“There’s a body down here,” he spoke too loudly into the phone, “and he looks real… Continue
Added by Salvatore Buttaci on May 29, 2009 at 9:30am —
I could see him as he parted the sea of people with a wink and a swagger. Such a swagger, so sure of himself. I briefly wondered if it was all a facade, if in fact he was shy and unsure of himself but then shook that notion out of my head as quickly as it had entered. He was smooth and he knew it. Suddenly and without warning, his arms started flailing like the wind-beaten vanes of a windmill and he landed with a thump on the polished floor. He was very aware that all the eyes in the room had… Continue
Added by Mel on May 29, 2009 at 9:10am —
It has been so long since I wrote a 6S
I am trying to think of a subject that has some finesse
I think and I think and think some more
I really didn’t want this to turn into a chore
So I shall write a 6S about trying to form an idea
And hopefully the inspiration will come... it is so near!
Added by Mel on May 29, 2009 at 8:22am —