Here is another chapter from my unfinished book tentatively titled Not Helping. It chronicles another facet of addiction. I wrote this a long time ago, but recently got it into shape. Hope you enjoy it and bring on the comments.
Category: Writing
Flash fiction, longer pieces, and guest posts
City Maenad
This poem is written by Basilike Pappa, a Greek poet I like.
Sample Chapter from Sean Layton’s Book
Sample chapter from Not Helping Car Swimming We had been in a lull with Kevin’s addiction when suddenly, he disappeared again. Same drill as usual: we waited and hoped for the best. About a week and a half into my brother’s current absence, I was on the far side of the Valley hanging with a …
Making Life Decisions — Flash Fiction
Mike rolls into L.A. His hatchback, his hermit crab shell, is packed roof high. Later, drinking a beer, he admires Lars’ Emmy for Sound Editing sitting on the shabby coffee table. “Look, there’s been a development,” says Lars casually. “The financing fell through last week.” Gut-punched, Mike suspects his new job has just evaporated. “Turns …
Last Seat — Flash Fiction
Trembling over her, afraid to touch, Marcus never saw her face. Her chestnut hair is what he’ll remember. And the crimson nimbus of blood spreading across the asphalt. She had barely squeezed into the last space ahead of him. The tail car of the accelerating trolley, snapping around the corner, flung her carelessly from the …
The Lifeline — Flash Fiction
“Make love to me,” she murmurs clinging desperately to his fragile stability amongst the raging chaos. She’s in the best shape of her life. Better than when they were madly in love. Body fat down to nothing, long legs toned from daily ten-mile walks trying to escape herself, breasts like rare fruit enticingly within reach. …
Fungible Love, 1986 — Flash Fiction
You took my hand, and we slipped away from Karen’s party like we’d known each other forever. Later, I scribbled down my number, then a lingering, predawn kiss at your front door. All week I lived on memories. Brown, pliable curves and wine-dark nipples stiffening under the brush of my fingertips. My phone sat stubbornly …
Car Swimming — Flash Fiction
“Thanks,” he croaks. His unnatural gyrations are freaking me out. I ease the car into traffic. He babbles about hiding from the police. I’m brimming with a host of different emotions. His right elbow bangs sharply against the passenger window. “Stop thrashing around.” “Sorry,” he mumbles. But he can’t stop, limbs flailing with the frantic …
Published on The Drabble: Fungible Love, 1986
Check out Fungible Love, 1986, another piece of micro-fiction from yours truly appearing on www.thedrabble.wordpress.com. For those not familiar with what a drabble is, it's a story told in 100 words or less. Check out their site for new micro-fiction and poetry posted daily. You can also view Fungible Love, 1986 on my site.
The Drabble Posts a Short Piece from Yours Truly
I'd like to thank The Drabble for posting a short piece I adapted for their site! If you don't have time to read War and Peace during your busy day, you've got a short attention span *cough Jason Etzel and James McDonald*, or you simply appreciate the art of brevity in writing (100 words or …
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