I Come Here to Destroy! by Maxwell Jay is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License
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I Come Here to Destroy!- End UpEnd up in the same place. A cheap pub selling stale beer. Taking it off the brewers hands, presumably. Would be a shame to waste it. And it’s not waste. Almost, but not yet. Everyone knows, too. But, instead of letting a small fact like that get in the way, they order another drink of [...]
- The Sound of BloodHe grabbed the barrel and balanced himself. The blood was pouring from his ear. I spat some whiskey in there. He laughed. And threw the messy, bloody tissue away. It landed in the ashtray and caught fire. Smelled like burnt, cheap bacon. The blood wasn’t stopping either. He poked a finger in the ear. Licked off the booze [...]
- Two TrappistsI might have taken a walk in the country. Anyway, I ended up there. Came to surrounded by trees and the smell of animal droppings. Various. A flame licked out of a hole in the ground and then it was gone. Maybe it wasn’t there in the first place. I don’t know. Fast twitching feeling in my fist. Next, [...]
- Funny FatFind myself sitting in the car. Slowly, I’m steaming the windows up. That time of year. Everything on its way out. Reading war poems. Likewise. I see a giant climbing the stile to disappear into the woods in a blink. How, I don’t know. Nor did his dog. It ran into the road and then it, too, vanished. The [...]
- Un-capTravelled there in my old, falling apart car. Wind pushing me across lanes on the motorway like an invisible bully. No rain though. Yet. For some reason I notice my fingernails. They are dirty and the paint has dried. The metallic taste in my mouth comes back and my stomach leaps. I would eat, but… I [...]
- Still as DeathThe mobile buzzes inside my trouser pocket. I check the message. ‘Where R U Bro?’ The light from the pub window throws my shadow onto the pavement. Best place for it. I can hear the waves and imagine them bashing the quiet, black rocks. The pub will be only half full. She will stand there half smiling in [...]
- Damp Sun-daySunday afternoon. Really feels like the morning though. Woke up and had pains in the back of the head, chest, arm, elbow and ankle. Where they come from is anyone’s guess. My girlfriends mother was talking on the answerphone. There I am in bed wondering where this voice is coming from. * * [...]
- Our Friend is DeadHis mouth tries to carve the words into the air between us. Though mute, I still understand him. He pushes a peanut around. It looks like a tiny, shiny distorted skull. Salt crystals gather at the end of his fingers; some fall upon the wooden table top. Behind his eyes, a process of decoding. Working out [...]
- Telephone BookThree times in a week? That’s the truth of it though, I can’t lie. He’d been in the area for a while, that I knew. Never thought he’d contact me again, especially not in the way he did. Where was I? Think it had something to do with an underground room, I can’t be sure. Recently, my memory [...]
- The 2nd RoundIt’s wonderful to see. It’s wonderful. What he carries around with him is almost unintelligable. A kind of glow. A glow that shoots a man into oblivion. Across the world, in the world, somewhere, poverty is cancelled by the actions of one man. What it means I’ve no idea. Nonetheless, it happened. Tagged: flash fiction, micro [...]
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