Archive for the 'Fiction' Category
After my youngest brother died of AIDS, I traveled to the holiest shrines in Asia. The ancient temples did little to salve my grief and I switched to worshipping the high heels of the go-go girls.
Vee danced at the Baby A Go-Go in Pattaya. She had one eye. We had an affair. The word ‘love’ […]
Posted on March 5th, 2008 in Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
A lice infestation swept through southern Maine in the winter of 1958 and each school districts mandated crew cuts for all the boys without explaining why girls were exempt from this edict. Every Sunday night my father sheared his son’s scalps to the bone with electric clippers and once we passed my mother’s inspection for […]
Posted on March 2nd, 2008 in Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
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 Embassy wall. […]
Posted on February 24th, 2008 in Diary, Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
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 must they […]
Posted on January 27th, 2008 in Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
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 […]
Posted on January 19th, 2008 in Fiction, Sports by Pete | 1 comment
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 the school year […]
Posted on January 10th, 2008 in Fiction by Pete | 1 comment
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 of her […]
Posted on January 10th, 2008 in Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
SHORT STORY BY JOCKO WEYLAND
She works off a muddy street in the far Northeastern outskirts of Beijing in the scrappy, dirty slums off any tourist routes. One-story linoleum-floored tenements lined the road. the one room serves as bedroom, living room, bathroom and kitchen according to the hour of the day.
In front of many are bicycle tire fixing […]
Posted on December 20th, 2007 in Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
WICKED - A novella by PETER NOLAN SMITH
CHAPTER 1
An early summer breeze rustled through the narrow meadow to a burned circle. The charred grass had been trampled by countless feet. None had worn shoes in their orbit around the crudely-cut pole topped by an animal skull. The bone gleamed white in the afternoon sun, its […]
Posted on December 19th, 2007 in Fiction by Pete | leave a comment
Short Story by Peter Nolan Smith
WRONG SIZE SHOES
Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve New Year’s Eve 1982 a masked assasin shot dead the main investor in the Continental Club on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD’s Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead […]
Posted on November 11th, 2007 in Fiction by Pete | 3 comments
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