From The Dark Netizen, the supernatural revenge story, Highway To Hell.
“Now, he was bringing hell to the demon…” —Highway To Hell.
From And Miles Before I Go To Sleep… Daughter’s Surprise by Ramya Tantry.
“You sacrificed your wishes so that you can fulfill mine.” —Daughter’s Surprise
From Heart In Print By Jaya, Where’s My Master?
“Has the master been abducted?” — Where’s My Master?
From Iain Kelly, ROXY.
“Glitz and glamour away from the gaudy Strip and the drug-riddled suburb slums.
The waitresses. All young, slim, white. Wearing just enough.” — ROXY.
From X-R-A-Y Magazine, Theme Park Suicide by Teddy Duncan. A grim tale which shows how even those who seem to have given up on life haven’t given up on human connectivity. Duncan’s work was excerpted from a as-yet unpublished chapbook.
“I just really didn’t want to feel alone when I died, no matter how fucked up it is if I was going to do it I needed an audience.” — Theme Park Suicide.
Also from X-R-A-Y Mag, The Broken Teeth Diaries by Joe Bielecki.
“We used to be in a mouth but were evicted by a fist in the winter outside of a bar by a bouncer.” —The Broken Teeth Diaries.
From Gone Lawn (issue 30), Bird Bones by Texan author, Tara Isabel Zambrano.
“One day, at work, he died of electrocution from a faulty device— his limbs twisted like the blades of a fan.” —Bird Bones.
The Story Hive is back in business with Med Bay Snippet #6. An interesting sci-fi, though you may want to catch up on parts 1 through 5 before reading part 6.
“There it is, that dirty humor that keeps us all alive. That and the air, the pressure, the heat, and the food.” —Med Bay Snippet #6.
From hidden gem, Gn0me, Under Forests of Futility by Rasu-Yong Tugen, Baroness de Tristeombre. A collection of poems by the author of A Natural History of Seaweed Dreams and Songs from the Black Moon.
“Vast lattices of black shale engulf us while we sleep. Primordial roots hunch over, as if in prayer. Arching acacia and star pine whisper spectral apprehensions. Black opal rains submerge everything permanent.” — Under Forests of Futility.
From The Rational Arumentator, Victory Against The Formican Hordes by Gennady Stolyarov II, a poem.
“Deep in the crevices where there is scantly light,
Formican hordes amassed, antitheses of right:
The tyrant queen, attendant sycophantic knaves,
Vast quantities of servants – or compliant slaves –
Not even one savant among them to protest
Antagonistic ploys to rouse their dormant nest.
In wanton disregard of property and tact alike
At my abode they militantly sought to strike,
Past every antechamber to the kitchen went,
Detected every speck pursuant to its scent,
In swarms outrageous antics perpetrated,
Blatantly coveted the food refrigerated!”
—Victory Against The Formican Hordes, first stanza.
Lastly, from Cristian Mihai has a short guide to writing in the form of The Definitive, Increadibly Short, Easy-To-Follow, No-Bullshit Guide To Blogging.
“-stop complaining and punch those damn keys.” — The Definitive etc Guide To Blogging.
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