Victoria Ray - out of standard books

Be Late for Something Day

”You are late.” “Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.” Jennifer Este Essentially, running late is very poor manners; any etiquette expert can tell you that. But on the fifth of September, you are officially allowed to be late as much as you want! ☝️🤓 According to scientists, people who are often late live longer thanks to their optimistic attitude. It makes sense if they don’t care much...

The Sudden Killer or the Tragedy of Kerstin Lund

“Nobody’s ever been arrested for a murder; they have only ever been arrested for not planning it properly.” Terry Hayes I’m sharing the prologue to my upcoming novel, ‘Eyebrow Killer.’ Prologue On a summer evening in 2001, Kerstin Lund murdered her parents with an ax. She was 15 years old at the time. The family lived in the small Norwegian fishing village Henningsvær. It had been best known for its...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 21 The Forest Lovers  /absurdist comedy/  I woke up on the grass in the woods, covered by a greasy napkin, a hundred bright yellow beetles with black markings, and the lifeless body of the naked Sherriff. I lay on my back and tried to breathe steadily. “What a mess! This is the result of your sexual ego, Bullet,” I said aloud, looking at the moonlight.  It is not that I object...

‘Blue’ Humor or Can a Sad Clown Tell a Joke?

– Do you hear the helicopter?  – No, it’s an angel…  – What? An angel? Then why does it make such a horrible noise?  – Gone crazy because of life on the Earth.  (Viktor Koklyushkin, Russian satirist) After reading my new, straight-from-the-oven story, called ‘Upside Down,’ one of my followers told me it was sad. It took me by surprise because I never perceived the events in the story to...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 20 The Gossips “That’s another thing I don’t understand,” my mother interrupted the livestream of my incoherent words, “Why you – of all people in Rsa – should save those poor sick souls in that desolate wild land? You aren’t a doctor!” For a second, I stopped my confused revelation and asked myself, “Really, how did it happen? Why am I here? What was the reason in the first...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 19 Some Peculiar Ways of Love /absurdist comedy/   ‘Love is the best medicine’ – who would disagree with this famous statement? Nothing changes our moods, effectively reduces stress, bolsters the ego, relieves backache, or lifts our self-esteem better than a good ol’ love. After hours of indescribable pleasure, where each breath obeyed to my rhythm and tempo, I crawled to the couch near the window, frightened that I’d have...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 18 American West Palace /absurdist comedy/  Ms. Glorious escorted me to the narrow tunnel with a massive granite door. After three short knocks, we entered the so-called West Valley – the modern T-shaped central hall with an ugly row of chairs on both sides of the mainline. A team of highly qualified professionals, looking too non-binary for my liking, approached us with forced smiles and greetings, guiding us to...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 17 A Dope Party /absurdist comedy/ When I poked out from the intimate saloon of Mrs. WickedBreaker, it was as bright as day – the moon was shining. Then a cool breeze began to blow, and soon enough, the clouds covered the sky. I tried to sit down on the bench under the tree (it was a healthy motion my tired body needed, knowing what was to come), but...