Posted in June 2008, stories on June 23, 2008 | 8 Comments »
Good morning. This particular story was won from the author in a game of Eye Spy off the coast of Bolivia. Let’s just say the author failed to spot my grandmother with her thieving toes…
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Happyfacing
by Patricia Russo
That Saturday she was afraid to leave the apartment, since she’d been pissing spiders. There was an omen for [...]
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Posted in June 2008, stories on June 16, 2008 | No Comments »
Are beans a type of pea, or are peas a type of bean? This is the question I think tonight’s story asks, if obliquely. It’s up to you to find your own answer.
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Jim-Bob Fleasy, Professional Escort
Sarah Totton
Picture this: You’re standing outside a nice restaurant next to the beautiful girl you’ve just bought dinner for. Unfortunately, [...]
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Posted in June 2008, stories on June 9, 2008 | No Comments »
This week’s tale is brought to you by the small wooden coaster on my coffee table… it believes in you, and it offers you its wisdom.
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Finding the Prince of Hearts
Aaron Benson
When they called Harry the Prince of Hearts they didn’t mean it literally. Instead they meant that he slept around. Unfortunately for Harry, when they [...]
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Posted in May 2008, stories on June 2, 2008 | No Comments »
It was on the day that everyone on tv started barking like dogs that I knew that my pony was never coming home. First I blamed myself, then I blamed you, then I blamed the pony. And finally I bought a metal stick and blamed it. The nights were cold that winter but my metal [...]
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Posted in May 2008, stories on May 26, 2008 | No Comments »
I always dreamed of being well-versed in the classics; proficient in Latin, faster than bears, able to sip orange juice with Socrates on the balcony of his Caravan… We had many many good times but they had to end, my friends. For the classical age was doomed to end the moment all its records were eaten by [...]
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This story was found under a treasure chest at the back of the local post office last week after close on Thursday. It was guarded by a number of snapping turtles and a small rose bush. In the end we all had a soda.
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Calmer Karma
Katy Wimhurst
A wolf’s eyes normally gleam cold and sharp, like a metallic [...]
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Posted in April 2008, stories on May 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I knew there would be trouble, of course, the minute I realised the wind was blowing backwards. How I quite ended up in this spot I have no idea. I can only assume the maps were ironic.
Here is this week’s story.
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Casting
By Matt Shaner
My father and I flew into Dallas/Fort Worth airport in late December. Snow [...]
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It’s been four long months since Dog versus Sandwich began its march toward greatness (or alternate destinations) with its bowler hat escalloted firmly to its head and a marching stick marching beside it, covered with ants of potential and stink bugs of ongoing maintenance… in that time I’ve learnt a lot about myself, not least [...]
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Posted in April 2008, stories on April 28, 2008 | No Comments »
Is there anything quite like a cafe? No. Cafes are the epicentre of good and evil, the place where all the best and worst of humanity combines into a grotesque quiche of doom, with sprinkles of love. It’s only fitting that, during our short reign, we at DVS have published not one but perhaps several [...]
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Posted in April 2008, stories on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
On the table there is a wooden pig. No matter what happens it keeps smiling. What does it know?
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When I was Thirteen I Ate My City
Trent Jamieson
When I was thirteen I ate my city. I was extremely tall for my age. I had a serious face and a much more dreadfully serious hunger. Brisbane was [...]
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