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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...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 16 A haircut selection /absurdist comedy/ I woke up with the feeling that everything that had happened in the Death Tower had been only a dream. The images of the visitors swept back and forth in my mind – their seductive voices, their sugary smell, their delightful touch – and slightly opened the window into strange reality, or the truth behind the insane asylum called Screw Quarter, filled with...

Literature – with or without ‘writing style’

#guestpost written by Laolu Ogundele  “So, what’s your style”? Someone once asked me in the middle of a neighborhood writers meetup I attended a decade or so ago. “Straight jeans, dark-colored zip hoodies, and basketball shoes…” I began, but my voice trailed off as I noticed a couple of people try hard and fail to stifle a laugh. “I mean writing style,” the original asker graciously clarified. “Oh, my bad....

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 15 Miss Sedative & Co /absurdist comedy/   The four of us were sitting outside on the pool terrace, with a mojito in hand, desperately trying to find a common topic for conversation.  “Arcadio, where did you learn to create such a high wave of sexual latitudes? It was quite incredible,” Martha asked, testing my reaction or perhaps out of idle curiosity.  “Just following the wind, sweetheart,” he grinned. ...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Screw Quarter Day 13 /absurdist comedy/ I welcomed the first rays of sun with enthusiastic cheer. After a long trip – full of obstacles, spiritual slumber, and excessive heat – I felt like a bear, awake and moving in the direction of the dawning light.  We arrived at the east riverbank of Gunung Kinabalu, closer to the lunch. Three cars, one of which was a beautiful Bentley R-Type Continental from...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 11 No Answers /absurdist comedy/ (I’m jumping over day 10, called ‘The Dream,’ because of the adult content in that chapter. It will be added to the book.)  Two hours of sleeping passed swiftly – I woke up full of boundless radiant energy. I felt like one of Tolkien’s heroes, stuck in a fantasy land thousands of miles from home with a war approaching. I stretched out, then stepped...

And there are never really endings…

#guestpost written by Aaron Boluwatife The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again,  Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous;  My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for reasons, most wondrous;  Existing, I peer and penetrate still,  Content with the present—content with the past… Walt Whitman  The cyclical nature of life is a concept that explains how every event in history is a repetition that...

Epistolary novel – is it dead or alive?

#guestpost written by Laolu Ogundele The act of writing itself is like an act of love. There is contact. There is exchange too. We no longer know whether the words come out of the ink onto the page, or whether they emerge from the page itself where they were sleeping, the ink merely giving them color. Georges Rodenbach Some of my best middle school memories involve passing secret notes to...