Morrison the ogre has exactly one job to do, which is good, because one is a number he can count to. So long as he keeps the sirens out, the dwarves will be happy and this befuddling talent contest, and all its clamour, will finally be at an end.
Read MoreMelody has made a powerful, albeit inanimate, enemy at the bar tonight. Or has she?
Read MoreAs far as she’s concerned, it’s a simple case of good triumphing over evil, and Dr. Cowen has righteousness on her side. As far as he’s concerned, the only thing simple is that she couldn’t be more wrong.
Read MoreGregory’s closed the deal and just needs to deliver the order to his waiting customer. But when he discovers there was a mix-up with the product, he’s forced to go visit a different client to make the swap himself, and stare the truth of his new line of work quite literally in the face.
Read MoreThis year’s Ice Festival promises to be the most spectacular display of sculptures ever, except, of course, for Yamamoto’s boring old lifeboat. What possible reason could he have to ruin the only exciting thing that ever happens in this town by making the same dumb carving year after year anyway?
Read MoreThe promise of better has led a young man from the dreary wreckage of post-war England to the summer heat of Bathurst, New South Wales. Clearing his paperwork is the last step of that journey and, maybe, the first in finding his new life.
Read MoreSasaki’s essay captured the harrowing tale his grandfather has always told of the bombing of Hiroshima, winning him the chance to take part in the momentous 75th year anniversary event. But the most horrifying detail of the story is the one he seems to have gotten wrong.
Read MoreIn the fair sea breeze, the artist gazed across the deck of the ship ...
Read More“Electrical impulses!” Bruce declared as he slammed his glass down onto the side table with such force that Alicia was sure it would shatter. The glass gave a slight ring in protest, but held its form. Alicia winced nonetheless, both in nervous response to the strain on the glass and in defiance against Bruce’s definitive tone.
Dedicated to Stu ... it really was a most interesting conversation...Read More
Everyday is a battle. Me against the the world. And I seem to be losing.
And no, I didn't know about the show 'Dan Vs.' when I wrote the story. I found the image later. -KatRead More
It's a Tuesday morning and it looks like it might rain...
Read More“Um…” Jimmy said, coughing slightly and attempting to flick away a bit of the goo that was sliding off the side of his head. “The plan didn’t go as expected. Um….”
Mary looked at Jimmy. Then at the ceiling. Then at the floor. The same pink goop was coating all three. She tried to suppress a smile, and failed miserably.
Read MoreWhen I woke up on Sunday, I knew two things. First, I had managed to secure myself my annual 'I-should-know-better-by-now' hangover. Second, this was not a room I had been in before. At least, not while sober.
Thanks to Andrew Jobling for the writing prompt!
This story is dedicated to Edith and Zoe. Thanks ladies. Your words meant everything.Read More
There’s nothing to stop you from having the stay of your dreams at the Vientiane Cuvee Resort, providing money is no object, of course. But for those few who travel between the indulgent guest rooms and the service back halls, where even thoughts are the property of the Company, simple naivety can push your tab far too high.
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