VEINS BY DREW FUCKED MY SHIT UP. I HAVEN’T FELT LIKE THIS SINCE I HAD TO WORK IN NEW BRIGHTON FOR THREE WEEKS.

Veins is a novel by Drew (of Married To The Sea / Toothpaste For Dinner fame). I’d seen it kicking around on his websites for a while. I’d even been redirected there from Toothpaste For Dinner after a time period, which I think is a shitty thing to do, but GETTING PAID is important, so [...]

HERE IS A 700 WORD ESSAY ON CAM’RON’S HEY MA. GIVE ME HIGH-BROW OR GIVE ME DEATH?

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been having fun listening to top 40, R&B and hip-hop songs and going through the production and message. I’ve also been playlisting my dinner preparation times so well that the other night I hit the extractor fan with my head while I was dancing to the breakdown of [...]

THIS IS SHAKESPEARE’S POSTHUMOUS ENTRY FOR THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. WHAT A SMARTASS.

All’s Well That Ends Well As You Like It Love’s Labour’s Lost The Merchant of Venice The Merry Wives of Windsor A Midsummer Night’s Dream Much Ado About Nothing Pericles, Prince of Tyre The Taming of the Shrew The Tempest Twelfth Night The Winter’s Tale King John Richard II Henry IV, part 1 Henry IV, [...]

THIS IS HAMISH’S ENTRY TO THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. I LIKE IT. I THINK I’M GOING TO JUDGE THEM TONIGHT.

Cock. Quim. Clit. Orgasm. Sperm. Anger. Shout. Knife. Stab. Murder. Fucking. Dying. Fucking and dying. Fucking and Dying. FUCKING and Dying. FUCKING AND Dying. FUCKING AND DYING. FUCKING AND DYING AND FUCKING AND DYING. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING. DYING DYING DYING. Fucking and dying and fucking and dying and fucking and dying and fucking and dying [...]

THIS IS KIM’S ENTRY FOR THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. IT IS VERY SINCERE.

A conglomerate of ludicrous houses sat opposite a cornucopia of desolate lots. Unspectacular, yet Penelope liked the juxtaposition. She stood in the middle of the road, her toes curled in perturbation. The cockamamie events of the past day flummoxed her. Her floccinaucinihilipilification of everything had aggravated Peter and it enervated him. He had become taciturn [...]

THIS IS DOVE’S ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITON. IT IS VERY CONCEPTUAL.

THIS IS ALLY’S SECOND ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION.

This is my OTHER entry. It is also 87 words. Pick your favourite or something. You cried in the departure lounge, a thin sound split by whimpers; you sat by me on the plane and picked at the safety card until it tore. At 30,000 feet thin streams of snot ran down your face, and [...]

THIS IS ALLY’S ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. SHE HOPES SHE WINS AND SHE POINTS OUT MY STORY ISN’T 87 WORDS.

When I worked at the rest home there was an woman who sat and sang to herself all day. The carers ignored her because she wasn’t actively dying. She sat in the dayroom for hours like a crappy piece of art. But if you took her for a walk she didn’t sing, she looked around [...]

THIS IS T’NEALLE’S ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION.

THIS IS BUCK’S ENTRY FOR THE SLEEP500 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION. IT’S NOT REALLY 87 WORDS BUT I’M CHILL ABOUT IT.

Our compilation is limited primarily; to the collection and classification of financial, information supplied. By the client Our compilation does not involve the verification of that information We have not audited the financial statements. Further, the financial statements have been prepared at the request of, and for the purposes of, our clients only and neither [...]