July 27, 2014

Defending Her Honor – by Caseyrenee Lopez

The jukebox pulsed loud and booming bass flooded the bar. People were getting shitfaced and a group of bikers started shit talking and harassing women. Then an uncle-daddy-inbred-bastard thought he could put his hands on the waitress, who happened to be Lindsey’s girl (the owner). “Come home baby, I’ll show you what a real cock feels like,” he said, as he tried to put his hand up her skirt. Fuck that. Baseball bat in hand, Lindsey took a swing at the cue-ball-headed motherfucker who disrespected Patsy.


(c) 2014 Caseyrenee Lopez


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July 23, 2014

Drabble Competition, at Wilde Oats

Wilde Oats have a drabbe competition.  But you need to be quick, deadline in end of July.


Drabble Competition

A drabble is a piece of very short fiction.  100 words exactly.  There are some fine exponents (think of Lois McMaster Bujold’s five interlocking drabbles at the end ofCryoburn)

writerWilde Oats is having a drabble contest.  The winners of the contest will be published in the next issue of Wilde Oats in August.

What’s in it for you? Fun, mostly. Writing drabbles is entertaining  – though harder than you think! Paring down a story to its bare essentials is a good way to improve your writing, just as writing flash fics (1000 words) is.  And the results can be surprisingly moving, funny or perceptive.

But it’s also a chance for our readers to get to know you. As with all our authors, you’ll get an author page with links to your published novels and short stories and to your website. If your drabble links to a novel, perhaps because it involves characters in your novel, we’ll have a picture of its cover and a buy link. Remember, though, that the drabble must stand on its own, even if it is linked to one of your novels.

Please send us your drabble sub (or subs  – you can enter up to 10 drabbles if you feel up to it)  before the end of July (to nick.thiwerspoon@gmail.com)

June 16, 2014

New Year’s Kiss – by Joe Russo

(c) 2014 Joe Russo


The clock strikes down.
Ten, Nine, Eight
We get the glasses out,
Fill them with the sparkling
Seven, Six,
We gather around
The TV.
Five, Four, Three
The couples hold hands,
They look each other
In the eyes
They kiss.
Except for me, still waiting
For my
New Years Kiss.



Joe Russo is a writing student.

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