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Author Archives: James Steerforth
Brave New World
What, you don’t believe me? These two are real-life lovers! They met in the waiting room of the cosmetic surgeon who was to blow up their lips, were approached right there by a model scout specializing in surgically enhanced prototypes … Continue reading
Posted in Artificial Intelligence, Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Nonsense, Photography, Satire, Science fiction, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged AI, AI photography, Artificial Intelligence, brave new world, cloning, cosmetic surgery, fashion, Flash fiction, lip surgery
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What to do
New customer on Monday, calls himself Brekekexx2008, books an appointment for yesterday at 4 p.m. It turns out I know the guy when he shows up. Shy, a few pimples in his face. I’ve seen him at school. Never paid … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, diary, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Love, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged crush, emotions, feelings, interior monologue, monologue, school, social, youngsters
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Putanin’s 365th dream
Another weird dream. They are meaningless, of course, but they linger somehow. In the dream, I was asleep and woke up some time around 3 or 4 o’clock because I’d become aware of something going on outside. I got out … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, diary, Enigma, Flash fiction, Satire, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged diary, dream, nightmare, Russia, symbolic, symbolism, tanks, Ukraine, Vilemir Putanin, war, warfare
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Putanin’s 351st dream
Last night I dreamed that I woke up from the immense pain inflicted on me by a thousand silvery needles piercing my skin all at once, as in a concerted, sadistic acupuncture treatment. To make things worse, this was accompanied … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, diary, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Satire, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged acupunture, crime and punishment, dream, karma, lightning, needles, nightmare, pain, punishment, thunder, Vilemir Putanin
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Condition survey
Bad. The Doors roar and jangle in the background. My stomach sours from coffee, caffeine builds up in the back of my head. Suzanne is gone, in the kitchen the dirty dishes in the sink are soaking up water. “Impending … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, diary, Enigma, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged blues, diary, dirty dishes, Flash fiction, good start, off track, sensitivity, status quo
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Short memoir of a minor character
My name is Eino Roskinen. Of course, this is not my real name. I was included under that name as a minor character in the novel Cass Timberlane, now considered a rather minor work of Sinclair Lewis but quite a … Continue reading
Sleep, my love
That’s what I’m telling her to get her to relax, holding her hands in mine, but things are really far from OK, with that psychopath Hendrik bound to knock on the door any minute. What to do? Do I know … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Creative writing, Enigma, Film, Flash fiction, Literature, Love, Movies, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged crime, fiction, Flash fiction, Love, noir, sleep
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Complaint of Vilemir Putanin, seasoned dictator and cleptocrat
(excepts from His diary) … I have sacrificed myself for my country to restore its former glory, and yet what do I get? Jokers gathering in the capital to protest, no doubt riled up by the criminal thugs I put … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Life, Nonsense, Satire, Surrealism, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged delusion, diary, dictator, fiction, kleptocracy, nationalism, nightmare, oligarchs, political satire, Putanin, satire, Vilemir, war
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Federico García Lorca, Little Viennese Waltz
In Vienna there are ten girlsa shoulder on which death sobsand a forest of stuffed doves.There is a fragment of morningin the museum of ice flowers.There is a room with a thousand windows.¡Ay, ay, ay, ay!Take this waltz with its … Continue reading
A few seconds in the mind of Cinzia
Should definitely get rid of the bird shit on the roof. Black really shows it. Probably some pigeon. But I always park here, and usually there’s no bird shit. It’s under a roof after all. But no time now, have … Continue reading
A Romanian sentence
Electronic dog that barks when someone walks by –in a white Sprinter van with Bucureşti license platesparked along the shore of Lago Maggiore. – James Steerforth (© 2021) Based on true events. Has the form of an American sentence but … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Enigma, Life, Poetry, Writing
Tagged American sentence, Bucharest, Bucureşti, electronic dog, poem, Poetry, prose poem, Romania
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Full circle
“Let’s go to the beach,” Arturo said.“And do what?” came Luis’ quick retort.Arturo gave him a look from down under.“What we always do.”“Why should we do what we always do?”“Any better idea?”“It’s just that nothing ever happens here. Not here, … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Life, Literature, Writing
Tagged Artur Pastor, beach, boredom, boys, dialog, Flash fiction, Portugal
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The unknown engineer
On the imaginary tracks of his life And no – this working life is not enough. Sets out to the factory in the morning. Work. Not very exciting. But one does what one must do. Wednesday lunch at a restaurant … Continue reading
After bathing at Baxter’s
Always a great place to relax, recharge and get some heat during the cold season, and just half a block from Jack’s, where Grace treated us to some of her finest albeit eclectic California cooking. Lots of Lone Stars, tequila … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Music, Nonsense, Time, Writing
Tagged after bathing at baxter's, drinkin, friends, hot spa, Jefferson Airplane, lone star, party, sauna, tequila
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From the memoirs of an addict II
In the late eighties I was addicted to crime novels, basically of any style – police procedure, noir, hard-boilt, single shamus, animal detectives, stuffy British, you name it. Even though I usually had plenty of work as a language traitor, … Continue reading
Posted in Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Love, Writing
Tagged A. A. Fair, addict, addiction, Agatha Christie, crime fiction, detective novels, Flash fiction, memoirs, microfiction, mysteries, mystery novels, reading, reading addiction
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A nice ending for a novel
And so they stood there hand in hand watching the waters of the river flow by until they got bored and left. – James Steerforth Author’s note Novelists usually attempt to wrap up the novel with an ending that packs … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Creative writing, Flash fiction, Fun, Life, Literature, Nonsense, Novel, Novel endings, Novelists, Writing
Tagged fiction, Flash fiction, humor, Novel, novel ending
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Why the Catholic church?
“Why on earth did you drop off a dried-up Christmas tree with some ornaments still in place on the front steps of a Catholic church in April of 1978?” “Well, in an odd way we thought they’d be blessed.” “Blessed?” … Continue reading
You can be damn sure
it’s going to be a slow movie if the hero takes about ten minutes to enter the place, drag his feet across the floor turtle-like and sit down on the sofa sloth-like, eventually putting his mustachioed head in his hands. … Continue reading
Posted in Bland observations, Cinema, Creative writing, Enigma, Film, Flash fiction, Literature, Sweet dreams and nightmares, Writing
Tagged art movie, crime, fiction, Film, Flash fiction, hero, microfiction, movies, murder, mystery, sloth, slow, turtle, villain
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Steer Forth! 