The Pit of the Serpent by Robert E. Howard
They claimed that the old man had a knuckle-duster on his right, which is ridiculous and a dirty lie. He had it on his left.
Showing posts with label woshostoremo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woshostoremo. Show all posts
Friday, November 30, 2018
Thursday, November 29, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 29
The Return of the Sorcerer by Clark Ashton Smith
Among the weird appurtenances of the room, in that atmosphere of unmanifested evil, of untold horror, the rational part of my mind began to succumb slowly to a recrudescence of dark ancestral fears.
Among the weird appurtenances of the room, in that atmosphere of unmanifested evil, of untold horror, the rational part of my mind began to succumb slowly to a recrudescence of dark ancestral fears.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 28
Smoother by Terry Bisson
And no matter what we do, it keeps going at the same speed, winding its way around the world, smoothing out whatever is in front of it, leaving behind a mile-wide smooth strip of nothing, like a yellow brick road.
And no matter what we do, it keeps going at the same speed, winding its way around the world, smoothing out whatever is in front of it, leaving behind a mile-wide smooth strip of nothing, like a yellow brick road.
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 27
Pop Tarts by Lauren Beukes
It’s a very competitive market now that everyone and their domestic worker has public access broadcast rights and a private channel to call their own. Not to mention big-time sponsor deals.
It’s a very competitive market now that everyone and their domestic worker has public access broadcast rights and a private channel to call their own. Not to mention big-time sponsor deals.
Monday, November 26, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 26
Inglaf’s Dream by Ama Darr Rogen
“And then, I understand that these folk believe that . . . that they are us and that we are naught but their fantasy, their playthings for an idle hour.”
“And then, I understand that these folk believe that . . . that they are us and that we are naught but their fantasy, their playthings for an idle hour.”
Sunday, November 25, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 25
The Captives by Elmore Leonard
"We're taking him with us."
"What for"
"Because I say so. That reason enough?"
"Frank, we could run him for the well and both take a crack at him."
"Get the horses."
"We're taking him with us."
"What for"
"Because I say so. That reason enough?"
"Frank, we could run him for the well and both take a crack at him."
"Get the horses."
Saturday, November 24, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 24
Dial Tone by Lauren Beukes
Sometimes she would just pick up the handset and listen to the dial tone. Sometimes that was enough.
Sometimes she would just pick up the handset and listen to the dial tone. Sometimes that was enough.
Friday, November 23, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 23
A Stone’s Throw Away by Roger E. Moore
Tasslehoff flipped the book shut with a gasp. Hesitantly, he reached for another, hoping it was less loathsomely illustrated.
Tasslehoff flipped the book shut with a gasp. Hesitantly, he reached for another, hoping it was less loathsomely illustrated.
Thursday, November 22, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 22
Tell Them They Are Full of Shit and They Should Fuck Off by Terry Bisson
Tell them they are full of shit and they should fuck off.
Tell them they are full of shit and they should fuck off.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 21
The River by Flannery O'Connor
If he had thought about it before, he would have thought Jesus Christ was a word like "oh" or "damn" or "God," or maybe somebody who had cheated them out of something sometime.
If he had thought about it before, he would have thought Jesus Christ was a word like "oh" or "damn" or "God," or maybe somebody who had cheated them out of something sometime.
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 20
The Underdweller by William F. Nolan
Stillman shuddered; he could envision them, shrieking, scrabbling at the shelves, throwing books wildly across the room at one another. Screaming, ripping, destroying.
Stillman shuddered; he could envision them, shrieking, scrabbling at the shelves, throwing books wildly across the room at one another. Screaming, ripping, destroying.
Monday, November 19, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 19
An Extravaganza in Two Acts by Leigh Newman
She felt upward along her thigh, tied off, and inserted a brass syringe. "Medicinal," she said, the way she always did when he forgot not to watch.
https://electricliterature.com/performing-polite-society-on-the-alaskan-frontier-580d8b3d0321
She felt upward along her thigh, tied off, and inserted a brass syringe. "Medicinal," she said, the way she always did when he forgot not to watch.
https://electricliterature.com/performing-polite-society-on-the-alaskan-frontier-580d8b3d0321
Sunday, November 18, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 18
Saint with a Six-Gun by Elmore Leonard
"Bohannon's downstairs."
Lyall said, "He want to see me?"
"When you go out he won't be able to help it," said Barney.
"Bohannon's downstairs."
Lyall said, "He want to see me?"
"When you go out he won't be able to help it," said Barney.
Saturday, November 17, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 17
Nothing Goes to Waste by Hugh Howey
It reminded me of the step I'd forgotten. Juinco's insistence returning to me at the odor of my burning flesh.
It reminded me of the step I'd forgotten. Juinco's insistence returning to me at the odor of my burning flesh.
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 16
Branded by Lauren Beukes
No rinkadink light show this: she's signed up for nanotech that changed the bio-structure of her cells, made 'em phosphorescent in all the right places.
No rinkadink light show this: she's signed up for nanotech that changed the bio-structure of her cells, made 'em phosphorescent in all the right places.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 15
Holy Water by Nathan Thomas.
If your IPA has a bird on the bottle, your IPA sucks because IPAs are mostly terrible garbage anyway. There’s a reason Budweiser is the king of beers.
http://www.hobartpulp.com/web_features/holy-water
If your IPA has a bird on the bottle, your IPA sucks because IPAs are mostly terrible garbage anyway. There’s a reason Budweiser is the king of beers.
http://www.hobartpulp.com/web_features/holy-water
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 14
Muse by Lauren Beukes
…there were fishhooks in the fingertips that drew blood with every keystroke.
…there were fishhooks in the fingertips that drew blood with every keystroke.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 13
Confirm/Ignore by Lauren Beukes
Aren't we all remixes of every influence we've ever come across? Love something, let it go. If it comes back, it's a meme. There's a double me in meme.
Aren't we all remixes of every influence we've ever come across? Love something, let it go. If it comes back, it's a meme. There's a double me in meme.
Monday, November 12, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 12
Sing by Karin Tidbeck
They leave the children and wait among the trees with their backs turned. They don’t speak of what has happened during the wait.
They leave the children and wait among the trees with their backs turned. They don’t speak of what has happened during the wait.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
WoShoStoReMo 2018 Day 11
Trouble at Rindo's Station by Elmore Leonard
There was a time when Bonito might have fired at the rider far below on the road, and for no other reason than to test his carbine, since the rider was a white man.
There was a time when Bonito might have fired at the rider far below on the road, and for no other reason than to test his carbine, since the rider was a white man.
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