Missing Dogs, Heads, Hands, etc.
By Christopher Bunn
Ye Olde Worlde Fudge Company was a dark, gloomy place. It smelled of butter and chocolate and rum and nuts and dust. A glass counter ran alongside the inner walls. It was full of fudge. Trays and trays piled with slabs of fudge. A face peered over the counter. An old woman with a face […]
Missing Dogs, Heads, Hands, etc.
By Christopher Bunn
The morning sun was as hot as the Devil’s coffee. The pavement was hotter. It scorched up through my shoe soles. Light bounced off windows and the metal and glass of passing cars. People were surly from the heat. The newsman snarled his thanks when I paid for my newspaper. The fat guy behind the […]
The Revenge of the Demented Thespians
By Christopher Bunn
Jill was peering over my shoulder through the door beside the stage. I could feel her body shaking with laughter. "This isn’t funny," I said grimly. "Ben could write better dialogue than this. If he could write." "You’re on," she hissed, and she gave me a shove in the back. I reluctantly trudged onto the […]
The Revenge of the Demented Thespians
By Christopher Bunn
"I like the fact that men are committing suicide in two of the stories," said Harriet grimly. "I vote we do either of those." The discussion bounced around the circle without much conclusion, other than the fact that it cemented my suspicions that everyone there was insane. Maurice listened, smiling and nodding at whatever lunatic […]
The Revenge of the Demented Thespians
By Christopher Bunn
"Dear, I have a wonderful idea." Now, I don’t know about you, but whenever a wife speaks this sentence, the wise husband should double-check that his wallet is still in his pocket and then sneak out the back door. In the past, I’ve experienced this sentence several times. On one occasion, it resulted in getting […]
Ense Petit Placidam"
By R.K. Delka
"Tarry awhile with me, Captain?" The governor’s assistant, Isaac Allerton, and the native Hobamock had just unlatched the door and stepped outside, leaving the two leaders to their own counsel. The governor put a hand on his old friend’s shoulder and inclined his head towards the ladder leading to the gun deck of the fortified […]
The Center of the Triangle – Play Review
By Keith Korman
THE VANDAL by Hamish Linklater at The Carpenter Shop Theatre in Tivoli, NY. BOY (Samuel Hoeksema) WOMAN (Jill Van Note) MAN (Michael Rhodes) Directed by Amy Lemon Olson BOY: We’re at the center of the triangle. Dying, (points to the Hospital) Dead, (points at cemetery) Drunk. (points at Liquor Store) Dying. Dead. Drunk. That’s the […]
Liberty Island Launch Press Release
By Liberty Island Staff
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: March 18, 2014 INTRODUCING LIBERTY ISLAND – THE HOME OF THE NEW COUNTERCULTURE Fed up with the conformity, groupthink, and stifling political correctness of today’s popular culture? Looking for great stories and entertainment created by people who share your values and ideals? Wondering where to find the next Tom Clancy or Vince […]
On the Trail of the Loathsome Swine
By Will Collier
They got some big wild hogs in Beauchamp County. The one that ‘et my sister weighed 998 pounds. Lord strike me if I’m lyin’. Rose Marie weighed 95. She was twelve when that hog ‘et her. She was out behind the shed planting violets when that hog charged out the brush like a runaway truck […]
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By Liberty Island Staff
Liberty Island is a bootstrap operation that is trying to transform the culture–one short story at a time. If you believe in what we’re trying to accomplish, we gratefully accept your contributions. Just click the tipjar icon to your left. Liberty Island is an Amazon.com affiliate, so you can also support Liberty Island buy buying […]
