Category Archives: Fiction

Charles Manson was a person too

Posted on 31/10/2019 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

It was fitting that he’d finally decide to go through with it right as the rambunctious crescendo of ‘Socialist Suicide’, with its violent imagery of scabs committing various forms of the act in the safe heavens of their homogenised suburban … Continue reading →

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Addicted to Porn

Posted on 31/05/2019 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

‘Mr Mansfield-Bosworth, what are the justifications for tabling said policy?’ ‘We aim to make it another facet of the post-Brexit strategy’ ‘And why is that?’ ‘It’ll be for the youth’ ‘The youth?’ ‘Yes, and I haven’t seen this brought up … Continue reading →

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How not to cook Bear stew

Posted on 28/02/2019 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

My temper has always been problematic. While it caused the accident, the real damage was done by every decision I made in its wake. This meant the accident could not be perceived as anything other than maliciously premeditated. Public absolution … Continue reading →

Posted in Fiction, Uncategorized | Tagged Ballard-esque, Bear, Bird collar, Cat, Dogs on Death Row, Fiction, Gammon, How not to cook Bear stew, Less than 2000 words, Noncewatch, Rolf Harris, Short Story, Sociopathic | 1 Comment

USB 2.no

Posted on 25/01/2018 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

We won’t go into forensic detail what’s on it. Suffice to say it’s the sort of gruesome violence that’s conjured by psychopathic self-indulgence, which Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to in complete hypocrisy. Publicly they’re repulsed, privately its qualities … Continue reading →

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Bad Wankers

Posted on 19/09/2017 by Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard

We live in an age where most celebrity is manufactured and unmerited, and as a result it is now abundant. If you’ll pardon the double entendre, there are tiers of fame. Which category the consensus prescribes them is widely understood … Continue reading →

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