The cult section of the literary world
After being caught in bed with a headless pageant winner, Abraham Lincoln (no relation) is stripped of his duties as the mayor of Gyre, the harbor-like town where garbage clings to its spiraling shores. The townsfolk stand their grounds of disrespectful rage over their former mayor and factions of humans, […]
by: Chris Meekings The man sailed up to the window. He was in a coracle made of a half coconut. His lips thick with spittle. His beard was grey and grizzled long and matted. Around his neck was hung a bloodied pigeon, alternate white and red, with the sign “Albatross” […]
by: Chris Meekings It is barely coin o’clock in the morning, and the bourbon has only just taken the taste of Pepsodent from my mouth when she walks into my office. She’s glass and alabaster, with curves in all the right places, liquorice nice. She walks across the room, her […]
For this week and the next two Flash Fiction Friday will exhibit excerpts of The New Bizarro Author Series for 2015. The doors exploded open, neon pinks, purples and blues bursting onto the streets and the skin of those waiting. The others cheered, but Tilli remained quietly determined. A rainbow […]
by Chris Meekings The curtain opens. The fairies in the audience rustle restless in their seats. They eat sticks of marzipan, noisily. Lights up. Enter an announcer. He’s dressed in a full black suit. His hair is immaculate and plastered down to his skull with soup. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he […]
