April 30th 2007 by BrianOblivion in Strange Little Tales
Fucking. It’s all I could see through all the smoke. Fucking. A mound of flesh and limbs writhing and surging with ecstasy. It was the smell that burnt my nostrils. Out of the haze I could make out a huge rock of hash, maybe a few meters high. Once in a while a scrawny ginger [...]
April 28th 2007 by Gareth Stack in Strange Little Tales
’I miss him.’ Maybe it’s not that I miss him. I guess I just miss sleeping next to someone. You know, it’s not even that.. I just sort of miss having somebody thinking about me. Somebody to cuddle. Someone I could give a damn about. Maybe I just miss saying I love you. He wasn’t [...]
April 27th 2007 by Andrew Booth in Strange Little Tales
The tall man in a green polo neck climbed down the fire escape ladder and ran to the car. His shiny brown leather shoes rang on the concrete pavement. As he reached the car he gasped two long hard breaths as his grabbed at the neck of the jumper. His other hand fumbled for his [...]
April 26th 2007 by Andrew Booth in Strange Little Tales
She walks with tiny steps, which are designed to make her look as if she is floating. This only works if she wears long flowing skirts, but she only has rags now, the stained and ripped remnants of once fine garments. So her gait looks stumbling, as if her feet are tied together. Perhaps she’ll [...]
April 25th 2007 by Gareth Stack in Strange Little Tales
As the days lengthened and summer approached, Anton thought of Anna Sergeyevna and her little Pomeranian, white against the hot black cobbles of Yalta. In the mornings he would write, and each evening walk the warming lanes of Alushta. Try as he might, he could not forget her fragile beauty, her grey eyes and tearful [...]
April 24th 2007 by Andrew Booth in Strange Little Tales
Nazi ducks attacked the swan and killed it. Dark red blood stained its white feathers, and its black eyes misted grey. They were no end of trouble, the ducks, and when the parish council said they’d pay five pounds for every Nazi duck killed Mr Greenwitch got a greedy look across his fat face. He [...]
April 23rd 2007 by Gareth Stack in Strange Little Tales
’Any and all extraneous, superfluous or suspicious nipples will be kept private and confidential’. The sign reassured me a little. Still, I was nervous. This would be my first full body massage. Next to me in the tiny lobby, sat an old lady with one of those permanently slanted, shaky heads. Across from us, filling [...]
April 23rd 2007 by Andrew Booth in Strange Little Tales
The importance of Hildebrand to his children was negligible. They barely noticed him at all, nor should they, he hadn’t seen them since he’d left to open a beach bar, back when they were three and four, and the last thing he ever said to them was not to trust their mother, ’she’s a bitch’ [...]
April 22nd 2007 by Andrew Booth in Strange Little Tales
What are you listening to this week? Muhammad (Momo) Al Bakiri Zawerrk, Suicide bomber, Iraq Mr Bombastic, Shaggy This was my nickname at the camps. I got all the steps to it down. You gotta love the beats. Classic. Boom shake the room, Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff. Obvious innit? Its me job Two tickets [...]
April 18th 2007 by Gareth Stack in Strange Little Tales
I smiled and pointed toward the salads. ’I’m sorry sir, this is a vegetarian restaurant.’ ’Meeeat.’ ’We do have a fine selection of cheese steaks.’ ’Meeeat.’ This guy was serious, he wanted his meat. ’One moment sir, I’ll get the manager.’ I raced into the back room and motioned to Arti, who was at that [...]