Peter Baltensperger, whose Nocturnal Tableaux will grace this site in January 2013, has had another story published: In the Futility of Dread.
Dread, a Jacques Tourneur-esque tale about a man seeking shelter in a midnight movie (The Rocky Horror Picture Show), will appear on the Leodegraunce site until May 20, 2012.
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Also: the theme for Leodegraunce's August 2012 issue: shyness. Deadline: July 23, 2012.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
**Cath Barton's The Edible Woman in the Cinema Box Office was published on the Leodegraunce site
Cath Barton, whose Nothing to be afraid of graced this site in October 2011, has had another story published: The Edible Woman in the Cinema Box Office.
Edible, a darkly whimsical piece about a little girl, her grandmother and an unusual ticket-seller, will appear on the Leodegraunce site until May 13, 2012.
Check this story out!
Edible, a darkly whimsical piece about a little girl, her grandmother and an unusual ticket-seller, will appear on the Leodegraunce site until May 13, 2012.
Check this story out!
Friday, April 27, 2012
**One of my stories, Lascaux, was republished on the Every Night Erotica site
One of my older stories, Lascaux, was republished on the Every Night Erotica site.
The story, which details the beginning of a heartfelt but otherwise questionable affair between two anthropologists, was originally published under the title Global, dangerous, on the Erotica Readers & Writers Association site in July 2009. This newer, retitled version has been expanded from its original form.
Check this story out!
The story, which details the beginning of a heartfelt but otherwise questionable affair between two anthropologists, was originally published under the title Global, dangerous, on the Erotica Readers & Writers Association site in July 2009. This newer, retitled version has been expanded from its original form.
Check this story out!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
**Microstory A Week is on hiatus until January 2013.
If I receive enough submissions to warrant resumption of publishing new stories, I will start doing so in January 2013.
Thanks for everyone who's supported this site via reading, submissions, or both. If you've published a story here, remember to keep me updated on your works as they get published elsewhere, so I can continue promoting your work on this site, the Reading & Writing By Pub Light site, and Facebook.
Thanks for everyone who's supported this site via reading, submissions, or both. If you've published a story here, remember to keep me updated on your works as they get published elsewhere, so I can continue promoting your work on this site, the Reading & Writing By Pub Light site, and Facebook.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
**Alvin Burstein has published a novella, The Owl, on Lulu
Alvin Burstein, whose work, The crawfish boil, graced this site last January, has published a novella, The Owl – “a riveting account of an academic swept up in divine war" – on Lulu.
Support an independent author/publisher, and check his novella out!
Support an independent author/publisher, and check his novella out!
**One of my older poems, kicking the wrecker bent, was published on the Primalzine site
One of my older poems, kicking the wrecker bent, was published in Primalzine's Spring 2012 issue.
It’s one of my suckier poems (it was a write-and-immediately-submit piece), but it got published anyway, with a misspelled by-line. Such is life. =)
Wrecker bent is still worth checking out, in a relic-from-a-ways-back way.
It’s one of my suckier poems (it was a write-and-immediately-submit piece), but it got published anyway, with a misspelled by-line. Such is life. =)
Wrecker bent is still worth checking out, in a relic-from-a-ways-back way.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Invention
By MorningAJ
He knew as soon as his boss told him the plan that it was a bad idea. Yes, the device needed to be revealed to the world, but this was not the way to do it. They wouldn’t understand the importance of the find. Thanks to some incontrovertible evidence in the tomb, it was possible to date the parts very accurately, and they proved that mankind invented clockwork millennia earlier than was previously thought. This was big stuff; but would the uninitiated grasp the significance? Of course not – and he knew he’d be the fall guy.
Dennis had spent two years painstakingly copying each of the cogs and wheels and creating a working model. It had been in a woebegone state when it first arrived at his workshop. The rest of the team of archaeological investigators had carried out all of the tests they could on the bits and pieces and then brought him the remains to interpret. Luckily, many of the sections were still intact, thanks to the lack of rain at the dig site, but connecting up all the Heath Robinson gearing had given him a few challenges.
The work had been tough, but the finished article was a triumph. The key mechanism had been the trickiest: making sure it connected all of the rotors so that, when the brake disengaged, the whole apparatus danced majestically. Ratchets engaged, spheres spun, pivots balanced and the two flagellate arms swept delicate arcs around each other, making a soft swishing sound.
It was inevitable that the museum director wanted to make a show and so a press conference was duly called. Dennis was given his orders to set up the machine prominently so that, at the right moment it could be switched on for the crowd to admire. After a gushing introduction, the director handed over to him to explain how it all fitted together. The journalists made suitably admiring noises and Dennis tried to give them every possible fact he could so that he could avoid the one question he dreaded: the one thing he could not answer.
As he reached the end of his talk and applied the brake to bring the mechanism to a gentle halt he hoped he had got away with it, but he should have known better. Just as the gentle machine hum ended a voice spoke up: “But what does it do?”
Copyright ©2012 MorningAJ. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.
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This story was originally published on the Jobbing Writer site on March 18, 2012.
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If you like this story, check out these other Morning AJ stories, published on this site: Disguise, Earwig, Falling star, Helen's dilemma and Jetsam.
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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
MorningAJ is a professional (science PR) writer/rebel who fends off the
restrictions of her paid-for work by creating short stories, poems and
microfiction in her spare time. She’s even managed a novel, thanks to
NaNoWriMo, and is currently working on her second.
She also paints watercolours.
Badly.
He knew as soon as his boss told him the plan that it was a bad idea. Yes, the device needed to be revealed to the world, but this was not the way to do it. They wouldn’t understand the importance of the find. Thanks to some incontrovertible evidence in the tomb, it was possible to date the parts very accurately, and they proved that mankind invented clockwork millennia earlier than was previously thought. This was big stuff; but would the uninitiated grasp the significance? Of course not – and he knew he’d be the fall guy.
Dennis had spent two years painstakingly copying each of the cogs and wheels and creating a working model. It had been in a woebegone state when it first arrived at his workshop. The rest of the team of archaeological investigators had carried out all of the tests they could on the bits and pieces and then brought him the remains to interpret. Luckily, many of the sections were still intact, thanks to the lack of rain at the dig site, but connecting up all the Heath Robinson gearing had given him a few challenges.
The work had been tough, but the finished article was a triumph. The key mechanism had been the trickiest: making sure it connected all of the rotors so that, when the brake disengaged, the whole apparatus danced majestically. Ratchets engaged, spheres spun, pivots balanced and the two flagellate arms swept delicate arcs around each other, making a soft swishing sound.
It was inevitable that the museum director wanted to make a show and so a press conference was duly called. Dennis was given his orders to set up the machine prominently so that, at the right moment it could be switched on for the crowd to admire. After a gushing introduction, the director handed over to him to explain how it all fitted together. The journalists made suitably admiring noises and Dennis tried to give them every possible fact he could so that he could avoid the one question he dreaded: the one thing he could not answer.
As he reached the end of his talk and applied the brake to bring the mechanism to a gentle halt he hoped he had got away with it, but he should have known better. Just as the gentle machine hum ended a voice spoke up: “But what does it do?”
Copyright ©2012 MorningAJ. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.
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This story was originally published on the Jobbing Writer site on March 18, 2012.
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If you like this story, check out these other Morning AJ stories, published on this site: Disguise, Earwig, Falling star, Helen's dilemma and Jetsam.
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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
MorningAJ is a professional (science PR) writer/rebel who fends off the
restrictions of her paid-for work by creating short stories, poems and
microfiction in her spare time. She’s even managed a novel, thanks to
NaNoWriMo, and is currently working on her second.
She also paints watercolours.
Badly.
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