The chap in number six was crazy. “It was a werewolf,” he shouted to all and sundry. “A werewolf and a vampire and a ghost, all livin’ in an ‘ouse together.” Sergeant Brockwell rapped his nightstick on the cell door to shut the prisoner up – he was beginning to disturb the other prisoners and a Sunday night riot was the last thing anybody wanted. “He’s been watching too much of that ‘Being Human’ they’ve been showing on the BBC,” he said, thinking of the package in his locker. A leg of mutton,… Continue
Added by Rachel Green on February 24, 2009 at 8:10am —
Catalina Island has one of the most treacherous airport runways known to man. The problem is it's so damn short and on a down grade, there is this dip right in the middle that causes the pilot to think they are out of runway and soon he's yelling," dear God... sweet Jeesus... I'm going to die!" as he pulls back up and then stalls and crashes.
And that's exactly what happened this Sunday afternoon with a weekend warrior pilot and his whole family, he freaked out and then crashed into… Continue
Added by Jay Holmes on February 24, 2009 at 7:00am —
– If I could only inculcate Jamie with my gibberish as dogma she would begin to see me for the hack I am.
: Entombed in a sarcophagus of my own hackish design, the words ceased to flow.
Prone to acting precipitously, I continued to hack away in spite of the advice I was given.
Not a hack of brazen nature, a hack none-the-less.
My attempt at drawing a perfect circle… Continue
Added by Michael Solender on February 24, 2009 at 6:48am —
Of that day I have a photograph. It is nothing much in terms of photography.
The lighting is all wrong, taken facing the sun. Still, you can make out the outline of trees, a steeple and the head and torso of someone I once knew. He is dressed in a denim jacket and a multicoloured scarf is wound round his neck. He is smiling, half heartedly really, and there is a lone seagull in the patchy sky overhead. There are many things to be said of this particular picture though I… Continue
Added by aminah on February 24, 2009 at 6:39am —
There is continuation of thought long after one leaves behind the shards of a broken life. A life that didn’t turn out the way one would have expected it to.
Ayesha paused at the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection, wondering where her child was?
“Did he survive his ill health? Was he alive?”
The sound of her husband pulling up the driveway, followed by her childrens’ laugher, crashed through her faraway thoughts. Yes, there is a reminder always, of the life she had left behind… Continue
Added by Hasina Suliman on February 24, 2009 at 6:30am —
Powell's Bookstore is having a Six Word Memoir contest to celebrate the release of a new issue of the Six Word Memoir book. You can check it out on Powell's website: www.Powells.com
Added by Dot Hearn on February 24, 2009 at 4:50am —
After bathing the kids and bedding them down she got herself ready in her silk night gown.
She waited hoping he would be coming upstairs soon but when he didn't she picked up the phone.
Dialed her number as she had done many times waiting for him to answer, then finally after six rings, she hears "hello".
She says,"I'm ready,when you coming to bed dear?"
He says, "as soon as you tell me where you live I'll be right there".
With a blood curtling scream, she drops the… Continue
Added by ROBERTA on February 24, 2009 at 1:49am —
Mrs Haygood gets in her car to go WalMart. Freddy slips out the back door when the cops come to the front door, hops the back fence, hotwires a car on the next block, and takes off. Driving along, Mrs Haygood is very preoccupied with thoughts of one of her little dogs; Miss Liz is breathing funny. Doing 70 through the school zone, Freddy is determined not to go back to jail; 10 years was enough off of his life, and, in hindsight, writing that bad check while still on parole probably wasn’t such… Continue
Added by L A Wilson on February 24, 2009 at 12:41am —
When I was a kid my family moved to Washington with our three dogs out in the boonies where the nearest neighbor was a mile away. On the third night the dogs got out and went sniffing around McAlesters's place, he thought the dog's were getting after his cattle and shot two of them. Losing my dogs didn't sit well with me and one night I went out to his ranch where all the cows were sleeping huddled together and lit an M-1000 and threw it into the herd, three cows dropped over… Continue
Added by Jay Holmes on February 24, 2009 at 12:35am —
When I was a kid I just assumed the light stayed on in the refrigerator when you closed the door. At a very early age I knew that Santa Clause wasn't real. The idea of the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy didn't even humor me in the slightest. My parents took me to Disneyland and I couldn't enjoy myself because the whole thing seemed like a sham. I was a very curious boy. I clearly remember the day that I found out the light in the refrigerator didn't stay on when you closed the door, I felt I… Continue
Added by Jay Holmes on February 23, 2009 at 11:15pm —
(sometimes I hear the rules of good grammar howling as i try to crowbar something into 6 sentences... this was one of those times)
I miss you
she said; how are the kids?
he responds - as though anyone with children had no right to be lonely.
She remembers slipping into the deep well of night, the fluid line of hip pressed against belly, the lavender sheet… Continue
Added by Lorianne on February 23, 2009 at 10:29pm —
You're all full o' shit! Good thing too! Cause I makes meself a pretty shitty livin' based upon that one simple fact.
Who gives a shit?
you might inquire--Why me, Thomas Crapper! My flushing toilet is a durn good way for anyone to give a shit
. (Why some folks call it "takin' a shit" beats me?. I wouldna' want to take
no shit off nobody.)
Now some of ya wise arses might think yer shit don't stink
... but I got news… Continue
Added by Dude A Bydes on February 23, 2009 at 9:30pm —
My parents have never owned a computer nor do they have a DVD player or cell phone or anything. They have never experienced the internet or cable TV, my parents might as well be Amish for Christ sakes. They have a thirteen inch television where they get three channels on a good day. Often my mother will ask me if I have seen that show on PBS, California's Gold? I don't have the heart to tell her that the world has passed them by and nobody watches PBS anymore. That Huell Howser is so dreamy she… Continue
Added by Jay Holmes on February 23, 2009 at 7:30pm —
Giggling over seafood he entices her to sample the mussels, he draws one up and says ‘it tastes like an orgasm of flavour’.
It slips into his mouth, followed by yummy sounds of appreciation.
Her eyebrows arch in surprise, thinking ‘he’s using sexy words to coax me’
She gives in.
Eyes closed, mouth open, the mussel makes it’s way into her mouth.
“It’s interesting on the palette”, she says, “I’m not sure if I like it as yet”
Added by Hasina Suliman on February 23, 2009 at 6:58pm —
There was this bar called the Brick Shot House where you could always find this one legged whore named Peg, I'm not making this up, her name was really Peg. I didn't know her myself but then again who really knows a whore when they don't even know themselves. It was my uncle Don that had met her but he was without his gold rimmed spectacles so he was blind as a bat.
This isn't so much a story about Peg as it is a story about sobriety and how sobriety is like a bird in a cage with the… Continue
Added by Jay Holmes on February 23, 2009 at 6:47pm —
I was driving up the Pali Highway, thoughts of car repairs and graded papers haphazardly tumbling around the distorted tunes of FM107.4 like mismatched socks in a dryer, until… I saw it.
Alarming and specter-like, the ominous funnel cloud that had taken residence up in about a third of our tropical sky was both frightening and fascinating.
Trying to balance sensibly keeping my eyes on the coastal highway with a not-too-smart desire to stare at the smoky apparition, I was… Continue
Added by MartiW on February 23, 2009 at 6:44pm —
The day promised to be like most others and that was perhaps why Mrs. Dubois was quietly losing her mind.
Mrs. Dubois had embarked upon the sidelined career of full time domestic engineer and while managing those in her charge she began to grow weary of hearing her job title repeatedly screamed with the urgency some would use when putting out a major fire.
As it was, there had not ever been a major fire on her watch and something had to be done, that is if Mrs. Dubois was… Continue
Added by Olive Rosehips on February 23, 2009 at 6:29pm —
Days of attempting to fit writing into orderly boxes cluttered by word count goals have clouded my thoughts and slowed my fingers. The specter called “Grade Book” hovers over my shoulder, extinguishing each unique idea and merging my voice into one I don’t recognize … or particularly care for. Topics filled with words like genetics, enclosure, monarchy threaten to deprive me of all independent creative thought. I am certain that this is how drowning must feel. Lungs too full of the wrong thing,… Continue
Added by Tess Dickenson on February 23, 2009 at 5:27pm —
I mostly write non-fiction for slicks. My foray here is a great diversion as I'm ready to go head long into essays and satire. I digress.
A slickie that I was very intersted in writing for asked for a SAS post card with 3 check boxes, yes we are interested, no we are not, and maybe.
I figured if they were at all interested they would pick up the phone or send an email so when I saw my handwritten pc in the mail today, I girded my loins and sure enough NO was prominently… Continue
Added by Michael Solender on February 23, 2009 at 5:10pm —
Added by Frank O'Connor on February 23, 2009 at 5:00pm —