HeyJaredMaking It Up As I Go Alone
Fiction - short, flash, experimental - inspired by the seen and unseen hopes and fears that inhabit everyday life and time.
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Bingo Jesus Calls (opens the original)
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A derelict church at the end of a long street. A house of God that had been gutted during one of the many consumer riots. Thieves and looters had stripped it bare before torching it. Mahogany pews, two marble fonts, altar stones, statues, carpets, tapestries, drapes, the twelve stages to crucifixion artwork, candlesticks, collection trays and various silverware was resold on eBay and at backstreet auctions. It was now a squat and home to Bingo Jesus.Bingo Jesus organized bingo mornings on Sunday
Such High Jinks? (opens the original)
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As the shit in our eyes – we celebrated with simple semen syrup – a sky in mid-flight – we stepped a lot with ice cold lagers in heatwaves – listening to cats dogs rabbits flooding across all major cities and death – badgers hedgehogs rats – it was happening over again – we tried to make sense of it – towers of concrete reach up – we stood in blind queues at the Land of the Free – above and beyond ours – on each sheet failing to see the irony – we wiped what made sense – a black sky without dots
Frank Gets Snappy (opens the original)
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The air was hot and heavy as yet another heatwave rolled over the city like one of Hell’s farts. The tram Frank was riding in was standing room only and nobody offered him their seat, which he liked and disliked at the same time. Sweat poured down the back of his neck and wet beads popped out of his brow.The new Statins did not help his situation. They had tied his digestive system into knots which led to explosions of diarrhea that visited him without warning. The doctor had laughed in his face
Frank's Teeth (opens the original)
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A brown rain fell lightly onto the ancient grey roof slates of the Sledge. The brown tint was said to be sand from the Sahara Desert, whipped up by storms, carried over 2,000 miles across Europe only to be dumped unceremoniously on the streets of Manchester.Frank Boomer and Howard Whatmuff sat at their usual table and cared not one toss about the brown rain or where it came from. Since Frank’s big win on the scratchcard, they had both upped their pints from cheap, warm bitter to 5% Stella Artois
We Were Not Forever (opens the original)
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We wore masks that peeled off when a true light hit them, but we didn’t care.We ate shit and bloated up and went obese, but they fixed it for us with the skinny jab miracle, so we carried on eating their shit. We trusted the experts this time.We were what we ate, ultra-processed people. We accepted free hot meals from local football ultras because malnutrition was a big thing.We forced mentally ill prisoners to listen to deafening death metal in the disco room until their eyes bled.We watched th
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