#CliveLaPensée #realwritersmarket… Excerpt… We stopped mid-afternoon for tea and cakes. Vera was very vacant and morose. She was working something through. I decided it wasn’t the moment to disturb her meditations. The cream tea was magic. Perhaps now she can be cheered up? ‘I feel sorry for blokes with beards and mustaches,’ I started. ‘I’ve…
#RichardHoffman #realwritersmarket… “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” The fat man is yelling at a large red Mercury backing toward the boy who’s standing frozen with the shopping cart. The windows on the Mercury are down, and the music is loud. The car is shining; even the tailpipes are polished. It stops, rocking; the driver has slammed the…
Journey to the End of the Night by Louis Ferdinand Celine (Excerpt) #LouisFerdinandCeline #realwritersmarket You can be a virgin in horror the same as in sex. How, when I left the Place Clichy, could I have imagined such horror? Who could have suspected, before getting really into the war, all the ingredients that go to…
Now It Can Be Told by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. – a Kilgore Trout story… The premise of the book was this: Life was an experiment by the Creator of the Universe, Who wanted to test a new sort of creature He was thinking of introducing into the Universe. It was a creature with the ability…
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… “Billingham Bokstock was born with an elephant’s head. A real, live elephant’s head. Not only was he the first ever trunk-swinging, tusk-bearing, floppy-eared candidate to run for president of the United States, he was twelve feet tall. The first time he walked into a press conference, his head went crashing into the doorway…
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#philiployd #realwritersmarket… I used to be a jackal. That is to say, I once was a reporter. A journalist. A scavenger of the lowest kind. You know, like in the movie Nightcrawler. I’m all better now, thank God. Lucky for me, I woke up just in the nick of time. Read the whole feeding-frenzy story……
#philiployd #realwritersmarket… I was in the Park when I heard the news about Wags Wagglestein, my attorney. Next thing I knew I was headed downtown. It had been a long time since I had been down to Mulberry Street, and suddenly I was feeling nostalgic. Read the whole spaghetti-eating story… Before trying his hand…
#StevenFischer #realwritersmarket Beneath my feet, this world is breaking, dancing along to some beat I can’t fathom. Each note, resolute, as the ice cracks and grows, stretching in the warmth of the dayward side, contracting here in the shadows. An entirely natural phenomenon, they promise, but the strength of the song still makes me shiver.…
#JamaicaKincaid #realwritersmarket… Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don’t walk bare-head in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off. Read…
