Fiction Circular 7/11/20

A weekly dissemination of fiction writing from around the web.


From Bill Chance: Neiman’s (Part 1). The author skillfully weaves a twist-ending by means of a simple, but clever, linguistic trick.

A severed head in a shopping bag weighs a lot more than I thought it would.

– B. Chance, Neiman’s

From Book Funnel: A Dead Man’s Story (Parts 1-36) by M. Wright. Minimalistic neo-noir, slickly written.

I see a body on a bench with a half-loaded syringe & a bullet in his head. I have my story.

– M. Wright, A Dead Man’s Story

From Idle Ink: Measuring Time by Craig Lamont. The story of a pregnancy; unlikely, as every other. The best of the week.

Across the shadow line of this hemisphere a wall of dreams is taking shape

– C. Lamont, Measuring Time

From The Inkwell: In The Land of Monsters by M. Donnellon. A very short tale of a intrepid hunter’s journey into a dangerous forest. In my opinion, our protagonist should have traded in his bow for a Browning.

He returned scarred and screaming. He said there were dragons in Old Zafar…

– M. Donnellon, In The Land of Monsters

From Literary Yard: The Crime Scene by James Glass. ‘The Crime Scene’ is a fitting title, as it really isn’t a complete story, but a fragment of one and wholly focused around the scene of an underhanded deed. Why the deed was commissioned and who the perpetrator was and whether or not he or she or they will be caught, remains to be seen (hopefully in a continuation).

On the bed lay the dead body of Richard Barrington. By all accounts it appeared the man had died in his sleep. But over the years, she’d learned appearances could be deceiving.

– J. Glass, The Crime Scene

From Richard Becker: Leftovers (part of his 50 States series, preceded by The Sweeper). A gripping, mournful tale of one rural family’s dark past.

Seeing her grandmother hunched there in her flannel robe over a yellow cup with a backdrop of rolling plains brought back memories. But it still felt so incomplete. There should be three cups on the table, with her grandfather’s being the largest and set down by the wide-mouthed ashtray he used to tap out the spent embers of his cherry pipe tobacco.

– R. Becker, Leftovers

Compiled by Kaiter Enless

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