It’s just shops trying to blackmail people into spending a whole lot of money on things nobody needs. If I buy you a present of something you don’t really want and you do the same for me, what’s the point?” “It’s a way of showing we care about each other as a friend,...
Join podshow hosts Preston Buttons and The Word Whore as they clumsily narrate their way through submitted works of Short Fiction: often absentmindedly, always drunkenly, and completely unencumbered by any relevant credentials.
For a few moments there was no sound but the dripping of water from the eaves, and the stir and rustle of wrestling boughs above them. Then the men became uneasy, and whispered suggestion and suspicion passed from the one to the other. "Reckon she's caved in his head the first lick!
'I shall do it yet,' I said, and passed a row of frowsy little shops that were inexplicably familiar to me, and behold! there was my long white wall and the green door that led to the enchanted garden! "The thing whacked upon me suddenly. Then, after all, that garden, that ...