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BLOG NUMBER THIRTY-SEVEN: SHARONA/SHEENA CONFUSION? ONE WAS YOURS, THE OTHER A PUNK ROCKER…




PSSSSST! PFFFFFFF! BANG!



PSSSSST! PFFFFFFF! BANG!




PSSSSST! PFFFFFFF! BANG!





A few more examples of my flash fiction, tiny fireworks and fragile flares all of them, have been sent rocketing skyward in yet another futile attempt towards illuminating the darkness… Should you wish to view them (hopefully gazing in wonder, staring slack jawed, whilst cooing OOOOOHH!) head over to fiftywordstories.com for my piece SOMNABULIST, DARK MOMENTS on the Black Hare Press website for my story CHOOSE WHO YOU ACCRUE TO CREW THE CRUISE CAREFULLY or, possibly, you might even consider checking out issue three of the rather wonderful magazine STYGIAN LEPUS (available online and in print and a jolly fantastic read it is….) for my drabble A RARE BIT (although those of a squeamish disposition be forewarned, this story is accompanied by a rather gruesome image which serves as a reminder as to why I always choose the vegetarian option on the menu…) Finally, the website FRIDAY FLASH FICTION has just featured two of my pieces, COMING OF AGE (SUMMER LUVIN’) and DO YOU LEAVE A NOTE? Not a bad display all in all, and it’s not even November, although some may say the time has come to capture peoples attention by dropping a bomb… In the meantime, here are two more bangers. Remember kids, don’t return to them once they’re lit……





SWEAT DREAMS by Steven Holding.

Seth’s dreaming he’s never slept; lying wide-awake, disconnected. A suggestion of hypnosis temporarily relieves fatigue, until he’s accidentally regressed: back to being the twinkle in his Daddy’s eye. Witnessing his own creation is a terrifying proposition. He awakes, tangled in damp sheets, surprised to find himself fast asleep.

Seth’s screaming.




NEVER HAVE TO WORK A DAY IN YOUR LIFE by Steven Holding.

The first cut is foreplay.

One quick lick; paling in comparison to the penetration that’s to follow. Both pulse and hand are steady as flesh separates; beads of perspiration breaking out upon his furrowed brow.

As the nurse reaches across, wiping his forehead, he prays his excitement remains undetected.

The doctor is in.





Be cool. Stay in school. End of transmission. Over and out.


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