Satire
Overdue
"Lost?" Chief Librarian Zark closed his eyes in pained resignation and turned his erudite and, for the moment, exasperated face to the distant domed ceiling of the Cosmos Central Library. He opened his slash of a mouth to speak and then closed it again, resignedly.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
The Book Club
“Spinoza! Whose bright idea was it to choose Spinoza? Spinoza was Jeeves’s choice of light reading, if you recall, but Jeeves had a brain the size of the Albert Hall. What earthly chance have I got of analysing a single word Spinoza says? Or even understanding a single word he says. I’m a poet not a bleedin’ philosopher.”
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Uh, Huh, Huh?
Alvin Pratt was so convinced that Elvis was still alive he had made it his life’s work to track him down. That he did so perpetually wearing the full gear and a lop-sided sneer, rather detracted from any credibility he might have carried, but Alvin was never one for short measures – except when dispensing drinks in the pub he ran with his wife, Effie.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Two Sides of the Coin
"Two sides of the same coin, you and me." The speaker sat scuffing his heels on a cloud top, sorting through a bag of sandwiches and trying his best not to listen to the attempts of his companion to master a relatively simple piece for harp and solo falsetto.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Follow the lives of three women as they rebel against cultural traditions they consider oppressive
I am different. I always was. To my mother, I seemed like an alien. While my sisters swooned over colorful pages that our father’s employee brought each year for the celebration at the end of Ramadan, fighting to claim the color that best suited them, I would arrive well behind everyone else, take the page that no one else wanted, and leave, bored, to plunge back into my books. While my sisters discontinued their studies as early as possible, not wanting to disobey my father, and agreed to marry the men that he or one of my uncles chose for them (they were more interested in the material aspects of marriage, the gifts or the interior design of their future home), I stubbornly persisted in going to high school. I explained to the women of the family my ambition to become a pharmacist, which made them burst into laughter. They called me crazy and bragged about the virtues of marriage and the life of a homemaker.
By Cindy Dory3 years ago in Fiction
