The Curse of Gary (Part 36)

He picked up a nearby can and threw it at the wall. It clunked, ricocheted and landed on the floor; one of its corners was bent. Victor smiled. He gathered up eight cans in his arm, stood up and pelted the wall with them. Each can bounced off, half-crushed. "Ha!" he said. "Stupid Spam. And... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 35)

Three electric lights hung from the ceiling, concealed beneath oversized dome shades. The room was certainly cursed, but the hum of the bulky white machine in the corner was like a siren's song to Victor's stomach. He crossed the cold, hard floor, yanked open the hefty fridge door and looked inside. He shut the door... Continue Reading →

Poem: Abdul’s Transformation

Abdul McGee was an unhappy man, All who knew him would bear witness, Long hours he worked (driving his delivery van), Each one filled with envy and bitterness. Finally, in his misery he wished: "Give me any life but this."   Next morning Abdul awoke from sleep, And could scarce believe the sight he saw,... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: “Raging Joe” Williams

The baseball world is today mourning the loss of Joseph "Raging Joe" Williams. The former Atlanta Braves star died peacefully in his home yesterday, aged seventy-three. He is survived by his wife, Marsha. In today's sporting landscape, where loyalty is traded for multi-million-dollar paychecks, where political activism grabs more headlines than on-field performance, and where... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 34)

He sat up and fixed his eyes on the sphere of light as it began revolving at tremendous speed, flinging hundreds of bright, colourful sparks around the room. As each spark landed, it melted then popped, giving off a short, smooth, high-pitched sound, so that the air was soon filled with what resembled a dozen... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 33)

The Russian's eyebrows converged as his gaze darted between Victor and the gun. He slowly reached out his hand and picked up the weapon, thought for a moment, and then stood and leaned over the desk, offering the gun to Victor. Just before it was within Victor's reach, the Russian yanked his hand back and... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 32)

"Good grief," said Victor. "Would you mind pointing that light somewhere else?" "If you cooperate," said the voice, "I move light. But if you resist..." The light instantly intensified; Victor closed his eyes and turned away. He tried to stand but his feet slipped beneath him, unable to gain traction, and he floundered on the... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Mossy’s New Song

It was a hot August night in Osaka. Mossy, myself and the rest of the band were back at the hotel room. Normally after a gig the room would be an orgy of drinking, feasting, dancing, sword fights, amateur dental surgery, impromptu taxidermy and half-naked circus folk, more often than not resulting in the arrest... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 31)

Wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeve, he perused the room around him. A long, mahogany dining table formed the room's centrepiece, surrounded by twelve chairs. On the table two tall candles generated a bright but limited aura, lighting the middle of the room while leaving its extremities in shadow. Victor smiled and... Continue Reading →

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