The Free Indie Reader #1
The Free Indie Reader
Language: English
Pages: 65
ISBN: 1:00032919
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Hi Tom, thanks for putting this collection together. A very worthwhile effort indeed, an enjoyable read and some thought provoking fiction. It was great to make the acquaintance of so many indie authors. I have some names to conjure with now and I'll be looking out for more from them in future.
moved her once again, but she felt herself sinking, drowning. The stairs seemed too tall, had grown too steep. Still seated, she turned and attempted to crawl up the next step still sobbing. A young man approached and stopped not far from her. He fumbled with his car keys, looking uncomfortable. He was small and thin, a shock of dark hair tumbled from his head. A binder stuck from under one arm as he wrung his hands, played with the keys. Then he moved again into the parking lot to a small
day as it was the day before, so he figured he had ample time. At last the drab gray walls of the Chicken Emporium loomed ahead of him. He chittered with glee as he approached his goal, his destiny. Eating the nugget in and of itself would not fill his heart with the serenity he desired. Rather, the very idea that he planned something and got it done is what would do it for him. He got to the door first, just as he planned. He could see the unhappy employees sponging down the counters as they
like an appreciatively dull and uninteresting explanation. The alien didn’t waver an instant. “Your cat believes that God is feeding her, Mr. Smith.” George gaped. “God? My cat believes in God?” “Yes, Mr. Smith. Your cat does not know where the food or water is coming from. She has put her faith in a higher power so that the Time of the Next Feeding or the Cleaning of the Great Litter Box will occur if she is faithful and virtuous.” “Faithful and virtuous? She’s a cat! And she’s had kittens,
remarkable than any other random sample of the human population. Hell is where people go when they die; it never occurred to anyone that they might remain people. Alan pushed his way through the throngs of standing bodies. It was amazingly hard to navigate, considering that there was no way whatsoever to tell where he was going. The ground was gray. The sky was gray. There were no stars in the sky or markings on the ground. There wasn't even a breeze. He tapped a demon on the shoulder. “Can I
showing ID. The best he can hope for is a big tip. Just as Jason is running out of ways to draw out the drink-making process, she taps her phone off and turns to him. He slides the coffee across the counter to her, along with a plate on which he has placed a biscotti, and points her to the condiment station, where she can garnish her beverage. She retrieves a five-dollar bill without compromising the rest of her stash and hands it to him, then sees the biscotti. "Is that mine? I didn't order