ioioioioioi by Thanos Kalamidas
20 July 2006
“Dear mother and father,” no, that not correct. “My dear mother and father,” Enter. He remembered when he used to write a letter, how many centuries was that before? He would write t |
Neurotic Narcissus by Ted
20 July 2006
It was nice sharing the experience of talking to you. Although sometimes it did feel awkward, I'll admit, like the rhythm was not in line, like out-of-wacked pistons, or like the divesting oneself of l |
And I screamed…. by Thanos Kalamidas
20 July 2006
When I first saw the room I was shocked. It was a small dark room without any window, just some kind of a plastic curtain over the sink which, when I pulled, showed me a brick wall. I turned the lights off |
Missing by Mark Hayton
03 September 2006
“Aaaaarrggghhh!!” a war cry, quickly followed by the thump of hand on plastic. The alarm clock silences. This is the Dawn of Man. I lift up my head open my bleary eyes and cough deeply. My ears stop ringing and I’m left wit |
Pins and Needles by Andrew Farley
22 October 2006
Even before I opened my eyes, I could the feel the warm midday sun splashed across my face. As the room came into focus and my eyes adjusted to the light, a familiar sense of disappointment washed over me. I don’t dream very often you see, due to my cond |
The Last Pipe by Christopher Wilkinson
03 December 2006
The fog slept over Ash Grove valley. The trees drooped, the dew not sparkling, for the dawn sun did not penetrate the clouds... |
Victims by Bohdan Yuri
01 January 2007
Joe gave the cabby, Boris, a fifty. Keep the change, he motioned with his hand, then got out and stared at the space he\'d occupied. |
Yamabank by Christopher Wilkinson
10 January 2007
One man discovers the price of depositing his savings at Yamabank. |
Missing by Juliette Roques
18 February 2007
Yes, I remember her. Hayley her name was. Like the comet that brought bad luck. I always thought it sounded like a cruel joke but she liked it because it was the only time her father had noticed her. |
Fishing Now by Jan Sand
18 February 2007
There is an old story about a well-to-do executive who was extremely successful. He had attained his position and his very adequate income by thinking very hard and working very hard and being very lucky. |
Thoughts on a Victorian-themed postcard by Juliette Roques
20 March 2007
She wondered if that was how White people lived. All she had to go by was a picture of two little white girls. They wore dresses of colours but still there was white, as if they wanted to compress the colour, keep it all in. |
The Missed Season by Lei Sorvisto
03 April 2007
Perhaps I am being sentimental or, then again, maybe I am just plain old-fashioned. Still, I rarely use email. I have always felt that emailing is \'quickly come, quickly go\'. Within a span of a few minutes, and totally unprepared for, \"You have three n |
Cracking Knuckles by Christopher Wilkinson
11 April 2007
The Giant, in his castle made of large and mossy stones, sat at his table. He had caught an intruder. Each time an intruder came he always pounded his feet heavily on the floor, causing a tremble, and roared out the words... |
The Refrigerator Caper by Jan Sand
21 May 2007
Like many men living alone I am somewhat neglectful in the matter of housework. I have a hunch that the male mind tends more towards easy generalities and wanders away from the precise and intense disciplines required for dusting... |
Folsom Prison Blues, Caught Like Sapphires Out of Season by Linda Lane
04 June 2007
The educated batman with his creamy hedgerow and certain inconsistent flocks of apple Jews circumvented the elephants bathroom corridor from time to time with a ceaseless tableau of statuary gold, like angel-hair heartaches and bellbottomed weather, one l |
The Garden, the gardener and me by Matt Williamson
13 August 2007
I followed the path along the twisting way. Grasses and moss grew up between the loose pebbles on the path, people do not use this path anymore and slowly nature was recapturing lost ground. I was looking for the gardener, the caretaker of the garden. |
Twilight by Matt Williamson
19 August 2007
We live within the Twilight. We have been here longer than you, but you gave us form, shaped us with your fantasies and wishes, with your pleas and desires and fears. We are as old as the wind and rain, as old as the mountains and trees. |
Mosaic by Matt Williamson
27 August 2007
The winds were eating away at the remaining moisture in the earth. Sunshine was brilliant and made the days seem to sparkle. The People would need to dance soon to ask for more rain, to offer more tobacco and sing throughout the night for the Cloud People |
From Gettysburg to Baghdad by Artie Knapp
18 September 2007
\"From Gettysburg to Baghdad\" is the first script format fiction that has been contributed to Ovi and it is certainly an impressive first. |
Take a Shot by Artie Knapp
12 September 2007
Jim Stebbins has received a sign, a sign that he hears tell him he\'s the luckiest man on Casino Street. When the fates tell you to take a shot, you have to be willing to wager it all... |
Two Crows for an Empty Feeling by Artie Knapp
30 September 2007
Losing someone you love is never easy. It is especially tough to visit the gravesite of a loved one for the first time. It\'s hard to believe the living breathing person you loved, and still love, is lying under the ground. |
The Drop Out by Christopher Wilkinson
25 September 2007
Life sucks. Nobody cares. Here I am, there\'s wars everywhere. My family is a war on wheels. My school is a battle ground. People begging for money all over the streets. Kids next door busted for who knows what. The cops are burning down the town. |
Mama Letwina by Cosmas Mairosi
18 October 2007
She had a frown on her face. Perhaps it was the burden she carried, but in her heart she carried the heaviest of all burdens. Her face was tired with age, that one could clearly discern the cruel marks of time...
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Voice in the Gutters by Cosmas Mairosi
22 October 2007
It was an eerie dawn, when owls hooted for daybreak and cockcrows crooned for sunshine. Mazvi, alone in an out of the way gutter, wallowed amid mounds of urban waste, the stink from the city\'s garbage harassing her bowels. |
12 - 17 by Robert Spalding
20 October 2007
His name had been Toby Watson, a nice old man by all accounts. His neighbours told us he was a man of routine, walking down to the village to get a newspaper every morning, watering his garden every other day. |
Bipper and Wick by Artie Knapp
01 December 2007
24 days to go: On the night before Christmas, a young bear decides to leave his den in search of adventure. Along the way he encounters a little dog who feels forsaken by his family! |
The Trial of Jyoti: Part 1 by Matt Williamson
11 November 2007
He sat there, watching the judge for what seemed like an eternity. He could feel the minutes slipping away, minutes that would never come back again. The defender sat beside him on her haunches, perfectly still, eyes closed; serene. |
Jangano by Cosmas Mairosi
13 November 2007
Death waited for him in his path. Death in a mass of a coiled black mamba. The serpent reared its head and struck him, again and again. |
No More Brotherhood by Kenny Adejare
17 December 2007
\"One who polishes other people\'s shoes at one\'s risk will have oneself to blame.\" The struggle of a man begins at birth. |
The Trauma of a Sinister by Kenny Adejare
26 December 2007
Many dreams have gone to the world of the silent ones in the hands of a sadist who marred the lives of others. It is quite known that a man who jeopardizes other people\'s dreams will surely face the nemesis before he dies. |
It's better than in the army by Alexander Mikhaylov
08 February 2008
They brought me to psychiatric clinic around five or six in the evening. It was the middle of February and it was dark and snowy outside. The snow lay in great heaps and its shiny, uneven surface was barely disturbed by footprints. |
The Taciturn Parrot by Adam Graupe
18 February 2008
I had two older twin brothers named Alan and Midas who were taciturn Swedes and difficult at best to talk to. Alan married a woman named Zelda who was passionate and outspoken. |
The Internet Freedom Protection Agency by Adam Graupe
24 February 2008
Oren was ecstatic the day his first short story was published by an online magazine called \'Twilight Times\'. The website also published his biography and email address. |
The First Bite by Asa Butcher
13 March 2008
The studio lights flooded the set with artificial light and bleached out any distinguishing features of the crew or the watching audience... the studio lights were also slowly cooking the dog faeces that awaited me on the plate. |
Bloode's Beastly Beckoning by Matt Williamson
21 April 2008
The good Mr. Bloode bounded into his bakery, took out a clean apron, and wiped his hands upon a crisp white cloth. |
Dreams and Tears by Matt Williamson
25 July 2008
Last night I had a dream that shook me... |
Battlefield Demons by Matt Williamson
16 August 2008
The sounds of the jungle echo out across this tiny cleared valley as three warriors inch their way through the tall grass. |
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