Charlie reached out and picked up an elastic strap, which he wound around his withered arm. Using his teeth and his free hand, he tugged at the ends and tied a crude knot. On the table among a cluster of takeaway cartons and empty beer cans sat his works — a metal box containing a syringe, spoon and some cotton wool …
It was midday and Mickey sat at the table staring down into his cup of tea. Without looking up he said to his wife, “Can I suck your tits?”
What’s happened? I am laying face down, looking into my visor and there is blood in the visor and the blood is dripping down, splash, splash, splash. And someone is screaming, and I hear voices, lots of voices, and I guess people are standing around but it is all confusing. “Is he dead?” It’s a woman shouting. Her voice is frightened and shrill and hysterical.
This is a short fictional story about a virtual reality universe. Bored with the humdrum reality of the real-world, a young man spends his leisure time on a virtual reality asteroid
This is a very short story about the Beat Generation American writers William Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg. It is an imaginary scenario of their literary experiment with the ‘cut-up’ word technique.