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Submitted to Contest #249
Bar Flies and Zombie Fungus By River Lethe All of this shit actually happened... When me and Vince walk into the Bayhorse Tavern at 11 am, there’s a dumpy blond behind the bar leaning over a pile of cocaine teaching a Chihuahua to dance. She’s wearing a leopard print kimono, and her areolas are peeking over the horizons of her bra like little pink sunrises saying good morning to everyone. “Up! Chimmy. Up!” She says in a shrill voice, holding a powdered fingertip over the dog’s nose. Chimmy stands up carefully on two legs, his toenails click...
It was dark inside the casket. Quiet. Cozy even. The priest reached up and lowered the head piece until the latch pin clicked for the last time. The organ’s draw went muffled. Snotty sniffles and tissued sobs. Familiar voices saying such nice things. The clacking of wedding bands on the glossy wood above. He still smelled like pipe tobacco and orange peels, the foxed pages of old storybooks, just like he always had. She would cling tight to one leg, and ride on his shoe down the long hall to his library. He'd laugh and call her a spid...
Submitted to Contest #223
Bar Flies and Zombie Fungus By River Lethe This is the story of the time I blew off my lit final and went day drinking with a homeless guy. All this shit actually happened. When me and Vince walk into the Bayhorse Tavern at 11 am, there’s a dumpy blond behind the bar leaning over a pile of cocaine teaching a Chihuahua to dance. She’s wearing a leopard print kimono, and her areolas are peeking over the horizons of her bra like little pink sunrises saying good morning to everyone. “Up! Chimmy. Up!” She says in a shrill voice, hol...
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