Archive for July, 2008

potassium (more…)


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This story reminds me of the time I tried to fly a kite from the window of a space ship. There’s no wind in space. THERE’S NO WIND IN SPACE!! Needless to say I felt quite the fool, the journey was spoilt and my kite now sits in the garage, covered in dust and small plastic bags.





The Pastapocalypse


Lisa A. Koosis






The world ended not with nuclear missiles, nor rising floodwaters, but with pasta. There was no Judgment Day, no Second Coming, no aliens with cold, metal probes. There was only rigatoni and fusilli, golden strands of linguini and striated tubes of penne. (more…)

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Today’s story is a tap-dancing spectacular from a mid-western town… I like those odds!






Please, Shahryar

Michael Hitchcock





I read a story to my precious son, the joy and hope of my life.


He complained, “Such a short story isn’t worth anything.” (more…)

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This week’s story was divined from the entrails of a goat named Professor Baason. I think you’ll agree it has his particular stamp of poignancy and tin can eating…




Jack and the Tiny Kittens

By Daniel Euphrat



Jack sat in his recliner, watching TV.


On TV, a bald fat man was trying to eat a snow cone. He looked very happy.


“Finally!” he said. “Finally, something that makes me happy. Thank god!”


The audience laughed. (more…)

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