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October 10, 2017
Coffee Break read – Hideous Vision
From ‘Dues of Blood: Transgressor Trilogy‘
He came round lying in the snow, soaked through and frozen. It was dark and the pain of the cold in his body was sharp. It hurt to move and muscles screamed into cramp when he tried. He managed to get to his feet, head swimming and staggered against the wall.
“Are you alright? Here let me help you.”
The solicitous arm came out to go around him, but the glint of metal in the other hand woke Durban to his danger. He rammed his elbow back into his res...
You Are Old
You are old so you shouldn’t do thatYou should only like knitting.
And cats.
It shouldn’t be you
With a brand-new tattoo
Making love on an old yoga mat
© jane jago 2017 *
October 9, 2017
Monday Meme – The Blessed
I walked my brother’s only daughter around the sights, snarling at street corner conmen and would-be pickpockets. The kid just drank everything in open mouthed and adoring every moment. After four leg-weary hours even she was ready for a sit down, and I guided her into Frankie’s Grill.
It’s not the most salubrious joint in town, but the food is good and they know me. I ordered burgers and fries and while we waited I just listened as she babbled. When she suddenly stopped speaking and swallowe...
A word of advice
When considering physical pleasure
There are very few things you can measure
Neither length, sir, nor girth
Is the measure of worth
It’s the way that you use them, my treasure
© jane jago 2017
October 8, 2017
Sunday Serial – II
Jane Jago’s latest hard-hitting novel, serialised for you to enjoy!
Afterwards, Rod admitted to Jim that the journey from Glasgow to Castle Ellan seemed like the longest hour of his life. He sat staring into the middle distance, while Sam checked on the contents of the two back packs the man in the jumpsuit placed on the ground at his feet.
“Good enough,” he said. “Now. We need to set up a safe bed. He may still be sleepy. So what we need is somewhere he can be safe while being cuddled. That...
You are old
You are old, don’t you see it’s too late
You can no longer procrastinate
But you’re riding the sleeper
Towards the grim reaper
Still flicking two fingers at fate
© jane jago 2017
October 7, 2017
Robert Lee Beer’s Tony Mandolin has ‘One Last Quiche’
It didn’t look like a troll at first. But since this is San Francisco, all sorts of varieties of the weird, the wild, the wonderful and the far-from-wonderful can be found here, and I can assure you that I’ve seen plenty of city folk who could pass for troll. Well, ok…troll-ish; sure, they didn’t have the tusks or the olive-green knobby skin, but they certainly had the personality, the facial hair and the size, and some of them were men. This one…troll, absolutely sure.
I had just left a bar...
The Thinking Quill
My dear Readers Who Write,
Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV at your service, author of the science fantasy classic (or SciFan as we cognoscenti prefer to say) ‘Fatswhistle and Buchtooth’. Mummy was the one who identified the genre for me when she had been sipping on her fourth pernod and organic Greek yoghurt smoothie. “Moons, if you think that anyone is ever going to call that poop science-fiction you are living in a frigging fantasy.” I recall she spat the stone of an olive she had fished...
October 6, 2017
From Tales from the Underground “The Lords of Negative Space”.
The great battle prayer of the humans, for exam...
A bite of… Rob Edwards
Rob Edwards is a British born writer and podcaster, currently living in Finland.
Q1: What is the best thing about having a story in Tales From The Underground? Tales from the Underground is such a wonderful book, with some fantastic stories across an eclectic range of genres. I know it’s a cliché to say “there’s something for everyone”, but there really is. My story is a modern fairy tale that draws from my working life in a hospital and sprinkles magic and mathematics all over it. But we hav...
