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The Nifoula
The Nifoula As printed in The Last Word Anthology, you can find a copy of it here Long drives, open roads and old school Greek beats are prized possessions in the memories of my childhood. The purring of the V8 engine of Dad’s cherished ‘71 Holden Brougham, lovingly nicknamed The Nifi, because he adored the car like a wife, vibrating through my brain like a song I can’t seem to forget, nor do I want to. After the death of my dad, these memories are worshipped above all else. The tune of Mikri Mou Melissa, a song that always recalls images of tapping on the slim steering wheel, while singing loudly…
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Sharing Sunday – Rampaging Rats
It’s no surprise as to this weeks Sharing Sunday lady is. Susan is back again with another excerpt! I just love her pieces and I’m excited that I get to share pieces that people are willing to send into me. If you’re interested hit me up on Facebook (click on the icon on the right) or check this page out for me details. I’m open for anything and everything! Now onto Rampaging Rats! Rampaging Rats Cleverly disguised as a French artist, Operative Digger travelled to Sydney by train. He then headed immediately for King’s Cross. His first stop was Club Canine, where he hoped to run into some of his…
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Sharing Sunday – A Tree Finally Speaks
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is from a writer from somewhere new! Jennie is from the Philippines and her piece for you is about trees. She wrote it to give trees a voice, it’s a really beautiful piece, leave her some love in the comments and take a look at her site! A Tree Finally Speaks One night… Me: In the absence of wind and mist Who cradles your branches and leaves to sleep? Tree: You! Come near, exhale Me: I haven’t brushed my teeth My breath stinks Tree: Grab a leaf Scrub it in your mouth And let me kiss your lips Me: You are crazy, tree! Tree: Hahaha look who’s…
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Sharing Sunday – Dead on Time: Part One
Today’s Sharing Sunday is by one of my gorgeous online friends who resides in the U S of A! Woop. Danni is a true gem, her writing is always so good and I know that whatever she comes up with is nothing short of amazing, even if she sometimes doesn’t think so! So over the next three Sunday’s you’ll be getting a snippet of her work, only because this piece is huge and I wouldn’t put you through the pain of sitting down and actually reading it all in one sitting, it’s worth it though! Here’s a little bit about the piece from Danni’s own fingers: Dead on Time originally…
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Sharing Sunday – Ink
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by a young writer by the name of Max! I’m not sure where he’s from (I’m going to assume it’s somewhere in the Americas from the spelling diferences!) But here’s his story Ink and here’s a little bit what he has to say about this one: Basically my thoughts going into this piece were at an all time low. My writing process is so untraditional and absurd. I do not think about what I am going to write. I never have any idea or clue as to what is going to spill out of my fingers onto the paper. I simply just write. This specific…
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Sharing Sunday – Major Dakota’s Ghost
I really, really love everything that Susan has sent through. Note to Susan: if you have more and can share them, please do. This week’s Sharing Sunday piece is a snipper from Major Dakota’s Ghost. I think it’s brilliant, but I’ll let you be the judge of that one. Enjoy it! Major Dakota’s Ghost Commander Rocky slipped out of the Major’s office and crept silently along a dark passageway to a dungeon. He could hear muffled voices. He progressed slowly towards them to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. As he grew closer he could hear a man’s voice raised about the rest. “Just shut ya yapping, ya…
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Sharing Sunday – Hydrosensual
Ahhh, I do love it when my persistence finally gets through. I’ve been cajoling my writer friends for pieces from them because they all have such beautiful imagination and the world needs to see what’s happening inside their brains! I have writers, poets, singers, fashion designers and so many more but they’re all terrified of sharing their work. I’m not sure why, maybe they’re trying to find their feet, but nevertheless it doesn’t deter me from cajoling them. Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by the lovely Jan. She comes across as intimidating when you first meet her because she’s loud and exuberant but quickly you realise that is part of…
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Sharing Sunday – Cheeseburgers and Werewolves
Here we are again! Another Sharing Sunday, this week we’ve got ourselves another American. Tegon wrote his piece as it was inspired by a friend…52 years old who was terrifed of a the dark and possessed a real fear of werewolves and all things that go bump in the night. As it turns out, while a work, he his food everywhere and would secret it out during the course of the day to feed his never satisified hunger…his favourite treat…cheeseburgers. I hope you enjoy the piece. Leave Tegon some love in the comments guys. Cheeseburgers and Werewolves Saturday, October 25 1958… Shortly after my twelfth birthday, my Uncle, who I rarely…
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Sharing Sunday – Drugs Were Involved
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Zack (and he’s an American, yay look at that DFA’s second American!) Drugs Were Involved is the second chapter in his psuedo-noveL, a series of short stories loosely attached to one another. The premise came from a lingering through he’s had – a sneeze so mighty it sends the person into an alternate reality. Without further ado, here it is! Give him some love and enjoy the read. Drugs Were Involved I have devised a means of hitchhiking through the multiverse. Drugs were involved from the start. If this threatens my credibility with you, so be it. It began with a nasal infection. Through careful studies I…
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Sharing Sunday – Stolen
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Mikki, a darling friend of mine who is stronger than she looks and so intellectually beautiful it’s breath taking. Her piece, like most of what she pumps out, is gorgeous and flawless. I know she’ll think otherwise, as all of us writer’s do, but it’s the truth. I hope you enjoy it! Stolen Siobhan strides from the supermarket toward her car, her dark face clenched with embarrassment. She doesn’t notice the keys until they crunch under her shoe. “Jasmine?” she whispers, staring at the keys and a pink and white leather shoe lying discarded nearer to the car. Her daughter, whom she…