Nathan was disappointed for a moment as the realisation sunk in that they had satirised the planet by killing. So much killing had saturated the planet through the media of television and movies and newspapers that Christianity had all but faded into a whimper. It was true the world had finished with a whimper and…
“Don’t go there, don’t go near there,” said Ma Joad. Where the answer was the barman and the new manager of the Moon City Hotel. If you do go there wear comfortable shoes unlike Nathan’s tight sneakers. Nathan’s arsehole reputation and his shoes were too tight and they preceded him like the cheap clothes he…
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Stuck at home watching Pam and Felicity solve another extraordinary overrated crime, Pandora made another cup of tea before being anally probed by her none too girted husband in the bedroom where she had slept alone for far too many years. Her anal fixation came and went like her memories. It was not complete, or…
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He kissed her over the proposed palliative care bed. It was a smack really and their lips had never met between them this way during their lives and it would never happen again this way. There had been pecks on the cheek but never one on the lips for such length. A smack. Nathan stood…
Nathan cried his rapture to the Gods… and they were prepared to listen and take note. It was a personal experience of taste and tenderness. It was the tale of snails or oysters. He listened to his social worker speak to him at the pub. He had a new one this time and he was…
Anne’s vibrator broke down and so did Anne. “Why now?,” she gasped at the point of orgasm. “Perhaps it’s the batteries again,” said her lover and second in command at the mental health unit whose name was Pippi. “What mischief shall we get up to today?,” asked Pippi. “I have my idee fixe as you…
Read more Short story: The Case of Doctor Cattarh and Professor Lithium
Oh my God, thought Nathan to himself: It’s gone! All that work and it’s gone.Yes, the manuscript which he had so tirelessly worked and slaved over all those years ago and had resurrected from the trash at his parent’s house was gone. Who were the suspects? Could it be King Goona, that charming schizophrenic who…
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“You might as well hang yourself because we will get you in the end,” was the mantra of King Goona and his cronies. Poor Nathan had discovered or suffered from one of the ways these people send you kaput. Kaput? What is kaput? Nathan didn’t want to know but kaput to him was either your…
Nathan drew away from the sunset in the distance as he drove away from the voices of Red Planet which haunted him. They called him a ‘heretic’ among other things – and a Jew. His father said he was going back home to live in disgrace. Schizophrenic Nathan. Defeated Nathan and now suicidal Nathan. He…
All three of us rode our bicycles and we were all sixteen give or take a year. My name is Henry and I love the head of our gang of three and his name is Joshua. I love the way Joshua’s hand is cut and how the scar holds the handles of his bike. The…
