Category Archives: Fiction

ALMOST A DEAD MAN – CHAPTER 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

May 2, 2010 – 10:52 am

ONE A scurry of claws scratched across the damp basement floor. The woman on the battered chair lifted her black stiletto heels in horror, but rats were the least of her problems. This afternoon her lover had suggested a rendezvous in Hamburg’s harbor district. She arrived in anticipation of a sordid indiscretion. Two men were [...]

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TWO SECONDS LEFT WITH THE BALL IN MY HANDS by Peter Nolan Smith

April 14, 2010 – 11:13 am

PUBLISHED on MR.BELLER’S NEIGHBORHOOD 0CT. 2004 Every high tide deposited beer bottles, oil containers, fishing lines, shiny candy wrappers, and plastic bags onto the sloping shoreline of Pattaya. At low tide I harvested the trash into sea-worn rice bags. Within a half-hour the sand was devoid of any human refuse and I could smugly regard [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 5 By Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:29 pm

With Dmitri’s blessing in mind I free-dove amongst sunken Japanese destroyers off Biak, danced in the rice paddies of Bali, rode ponies across the sand plains of Mount Bromo, ate pig with the headhunters of Lake Toba, tripped on mushrooms at a full-moon party of Koh Phagnanh, and frequented the go-go bars of Patpong. Various [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 4 By Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:27 pm

CHAPTER 4 Upon my return to the city it was easy to pretend everything was all right. No one asked any questions. New Yorkers care for themselves before anyone else. Not all of them, but most. Dmitri had a Halloween party on East 6th Street. Our friends came as themselves and the girlfriends dressed up [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 3 by Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:16 pm

CHAPTER 3 They were twenty of us, including girls. The bikes’ sonic exhausts buzzsawed through the Village. Dmitri turned south on the West Side Highway toward the Trade Towers. I imagined myself as an extra in a 1960s acid biker movie. Dmitri and Hugh were the leads. Elana held me tight through the Battery Park [...]

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