Everything is going away, except for the sea that is. The children were the first to go, how quickly they expired under the brand new purple sky. Men retrieved hidden guns and marched away, taking those who believed an enemy must exist out there somewhere.
Read the whole story here.
What I write about when I write about love. Read the story here.
This story first appeared on the Needle In The Hay website back in March 2015.
Here’s what they said:
In cricket they have a saying. “Well in.” It’s something you might say to your teammate after a particularly good ball. It’s also something you might say say to the opposition’s batsman if they play an impressive shot.
That’s the sort of game cricket is, at it’s best, competition without ignominy.
Sometimes you look around and think that some of the stuff going on in the world and think ‘It’s just not cricket’. But all we can really say about this next short story by Sean C is “Well in”.
Originally on the shortlist, and then winning the COMFORTABLY ANON contest , Sean C delivers the kind of dystopian short fiction that feels very near future 21st Century. Drawing on current events and technologies and placing them in the social context of a high speed train ride, Sean captures the justified paranoia and modern anxiety of a technological age.
You can now check this out HERE on my own page.
Open-mic night, anyone?
Margaret had a wash board hanging round her neck, metal thimbles on her fingers and a voice that would frighten small children. Sid strummed a dreadnought steel acoustic guitar with thick and calloused fingers. Oh my God, I hope this isn’t folk night, thought Andy.
Can’t get enough reality TV cooking shows? Something to whet your appetite.
“Your plan to impress with a Neuvo-Neolithic-Polynesian-Out of Africa hybrid – sago stuffed hare with wild fruit coulis – was a dead-set semi-final clincher. Now the bunny’s boiled, the wild fruit’s up and gone feral, and the sago … who the fuck would steal the sago!”
Read the full story here: Season 4, Episode 12