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The Death of G-Man, Say it Isn't So

- I wasn't raging my attire was making me cranky. The Glad lady shows poor manners and tries to undo my dress or so I thought. What is she doing? Through the haze that lingers in the air, I see my bel...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 03 Feb 2018

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, Fashion Empire

- Glad lady, inspector, a blond southern belle, no one can stop me from exacting my revenge. Over intense fiery thoughts I hear a yell. "Gill it's him" It's Recycling Man our arch nemesis. G-man an...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 24 Jan 2018

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, The Inspector Arrives

- Looking closer, I realize who shambling man is. My ex, G, Garbageman. I should have known. He never could resist anything in polyethylene. I stand up, adjust my cocktail umbrella "dress", ready to ...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 22 Jan 2018

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags

- Head throbbing I open my eyes. "Why am I still in the bar?" I remember ordering a few non-virgin Hannahs. The table in front of me is covered in cocktail umbrellas. I look down aware that I am wear...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 21 Jan 2018

Garbage Bag Lady Meets Garbage Man

- He was hot. In a sweaty way. Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago.  “Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French pla...

By: Emx | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 20 Jan 2018

Twitching curtains

- Cleaning the window frames with a bicarbonate and vinegar mix as I do every Thursday, keeps my neighbourhood safe. Saves the faffing of EVERYONE ringing the council if the dustbin men don’t arrive. G...

By: Emx | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 15 Jan 2018

Red Gravel and Purple Skies

- The side of my head flat against the ground. Bitter cold air makes it hard to breathe. Red gravel and purple skies. A sickening stench of rotten flesh, my senses have come to know. The Past torm...

By: burnt7 | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 14 Aug 2013