Category Archives: Fiction

Yellow Teeth – Part 1

February 24, 2008 – 9:27 pm

SEMI-FICTION by Pascha Ray I’ve been arrested several times in my life. Age 12 for vandalizing an abandoned missile base. Age 21 for driving over a bed of flowers at a girl’s college. Age 25 in NY for running an after hour club. Age 31 in Paris for writing a love poem on the British […]

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Jesus Didn’t Have Tattoos by Jocko Weyland

January 27, 2008 – 6:50 am

Short Story by Jocko Weyland from Vice Magazine http://vice.typepad.com/vice_magazine/2008/01/fiction—joc-1.html?cid=98780906#comment-98780906  Hanging out at the park on a sunny Los Angeles winter afternoon, lying on the grass, reading, taking it in while unfortunately having to endure the Mexican evangelical preacher squawking away in Spanish on a megaphone at the far end. I mean really, why, why, why […]

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Behind the Green Curtain redux by Jocko Weyland

January 19, 2008 – 12:01 pm

Jocko Weyland left the USA for the Orient. The reasons for this departure are his own and so his choice of Beijing. My prerequisites for a place to live are good food, warm weather, and beautiful women. Guess I’m shallow as an evaporation stain on an Arizona Highway. Jocko went for a world-class intellectual city, however […]

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Wicked Chapter 3

January 10, 2008 – 10:00 am

A Novella by Peter Nolan Smith THREE Summer was a lazy time for New England. Most people slept late on Saturday. I was denied that luxury, because I had a paper route. 6:30am. 365 days a year. 50 Boston Globes. 34 Heralds. Delivering the newspapers took 45 minutes with my bike. A Raleigh 3-speed. Throughout […]

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WICKED Chapter 2

January 10, 2008 – 3:56 am

A NOVELLA BY PETER NOLAN SMITH CHAPTER 2 The 7A class of Our Lady of the Foothills sat with hands folded atop wooden desks and their eyes fixed on the ancient nun by the blackboard. A heavy black habit covered most of her tiny body. Parched hands and a withered face were the only evidence […]

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