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- AntipodeanSF issue #138 sneak peak! by Beam Me Up on Nov 23, 2009
Nuke, Editor of the really entertaining Antipodean online flash fiction magazine has given us a heads up on the upcoming issue 138 and I can just look at this TOC and see this is going to be a great issue, how? well Suzanne Sykora? Shaun Saunders?
- Issue 137 of AntipodeanSF is online! by Beam Me Up on Nov 1, 2009
Nuke, the editor writes to let us know that issue 137 of AntipodeanSF the online Australian flash fiction magazine is now online. Also the magazine is now available for your mobile phone, pda and other portable devices, not just the laptop or des...
- Antipodean SF issue 136 is online by Beam Me Up on Oct 2, 2009
AntipodeanSF's editor Nuke writes to tell us that issue 136 of the "down under" flash fiction magazine is now online at www.antisf.com.auHere is a list of the stories and short descriptions for this month's issueThe Girl With The Golden Fee...
- Running Barbasol by Wash The Bowl on Sep 12, 2009
The razor’s dull blade chafed skin beneath snow white Barbasol mimicking the unevenness that marked my failed life. Each nick reminding me of dreams long ago blushing pregnant, with promise. Now I wished to join those vanquished hopes following...
- Knotty Head by Wash The Bowl on Aug 25, 2009
Furious clouds gather in my knotty head roiling into fitful images dank with despairs salty moisture. I’m encased within illusionary fouled thoughts filled with the drat of regret, poised on the point of change yet always falling backwards.Air...
- Umbrella Fading by Wash The Bowl on Aug 8, 2009
Bus stop in the rain you walked away splashed by a car won’t call again shoes wet don’t understand missed bus love lost umbrella bounces downtown alone heartache heartache a cool number in my head snap snap snap...
- Lingering Taste by Wash The Bowl on Jul 22, 2009
Feeling crept into awareness, subtle flavor I nearly missed, lingers on my tongue. Alone I stand starring at the mirror, my face starring back at me. Flushed red frowning, puffy anger clinging, to cheeks like rusted barnacles, all this I feel from th...
