Incendiary New Fiction: May 2006 Issue

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“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”

~ Chuck Palahniuk

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It's that time again, time for a new issue.  While Western Civilization as you know enters into a period of history right before it's darkest hour, many of you rot away in silence awaiting your terrible fates and pouring your thoughts, fears, and confessions out into poetic & disturbing fiction.

We will continue to marvel at your strength, at the bravery of your attempts in the face of such inevitable defeat, and publish the weirdest of it, the most shocking, and nearly anything with references to Nietzsche, Buk, Ginsberg, or LSD.

It's already been quite a long year and we're not even half way there yet.

Please, we beg you, send in more flash or fiction that is less than 3,000 words. It will severely improve your chances. Thank you,

-The Editors

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"The alley stinks of piss, and rotten food, and petrol. When we fucked here, that one and only time that we ever did - or ever will - fuck, we were so drunk we could hardly stand. It was September, the end of summer, a new town, and the start of the rest of our lives. You were wearing those shoes, with the little stars that you’d painted on the front.

‘I’m a sucker for shoes with stars painted on them,’ I said, and you laughed. You thought I was joking, but it was true. You ripped a hole in the crotch of your tights, and I counted the stars on your feet as we fucked. Thirteen on each shoe.

‘For luck’, you said, after we’d finished.
 

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