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The Oddity published 26/03/2017

This world is full of stories that please the gods – the gods of the Europeans and the gods of the Native Americans – all over the world the stories service the entertainment of our departed gods. And those stories manipulated us into lives that, while entertaining to the gods, were destructive for us. We were manipulated into turning our lives into tragedies and comedies to please those gods, and, sadly, ourselves. The gods have departed, but we now perform these roles for each other.

Chapter 22 of EJ Spode‘s The Oddity.

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The Oddity published 19/03/2017

On the one we may be wrecking our relationship simply because we can’t trust each other. But on the other hand, maybe we are just too fundamentally different – she with her jaguar’s sense of beauty and narcissism and me with my utilitarian grind it out ways — maybe there never was any hope for us. But the third moral was the one that really had me thinking. Was Penny a natural danger to me? Was she taking advantage of me?

Chapter 21 of EJ Spode‘s The Oddity.

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A Love Song published 14/03/2017

I wasn’t going to smoke a cigarette. I’m sitting, just got home, in for the evening, my eyes soft on the books and ornaments around me, not looking at them but letting my gaze pass over them, the manifold textures and warm colours such a relief after the glare of the day, but I’m not thinking about them, no, I’m flushed and full of the love song that I’m going to write to you. There’s an idea of a song and I feel it completely. A love song to you and for you. I’m full of the pleasure of what will have been written, something to you and for you that isn’t me any longer, something admirable and complete in itself… And I feel it in my chest, an ache, a slight tightness of breath, a yen contracting around the shape of a song but there’s something else there, another ache there, two aches there.

By Michael Reid.

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The Oddity published 13/03/2017

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see the red glow of the stones. It was hotter than the actual Hades is alleged to be. Uncle straddled a water bucket as he sat, and then he splashed water on the stones four times – once for each of the cardinal directions (north, south, east, and west) creating some fierce and angry steam. It was unquestionably hotter than I was used to from European saunas. When the hiss of the steam subsided, I wasn’t sure, but I thought I could hear the rocks humming. Is that possible?

Chapter 20 of EJ Spode‘s The Oddity.

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Players published 06/03/2017

The brief fails to mention who they are. They look like a group of travellers. Performers or actors, perhaps.

I saw one of the players putting on make-up this morning. He coloured his face white and accentuated the cheek bones. It made him look exceedingly thin. Very frail. A string of sighs on the landscape.

New fiction by Herselman Hattingh.

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The Oddity published 05/03/2017

I never knew people could love chocolate donuts, or really anything, so much. Was this a gay thing? A black thing? A gay black thing? Did he make chocolate donut dinners for the street racers? Would they eat such a thing? Is this related to his ass clenching up when trains are coming? Are people fucking with me here?

Chapter 19 of EJ Spode‘s The Oddity.

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The Land of the Soil published 04/03/2017

The cafeteria lady brought us two glasses of orange liquid and one glass bowl of the same stuff, presumably for the cat. I looked at her in disbelief and asked if we could please have water for the cat. The lady shook her head and barked “No water here. Only soda”.

To my surprise Martha immediately jumped on the table and started drinking the orange stuff. Next I tried it and almost spat it out.

“What the hell is this?”
“Chicken flavored soda,” replied the lady, not even smiling at the ridiculous sentence.

New fiction by Katya Luca.

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The Oddity published 26/02/2017

“Meej, what’s with the hunting cap, you going hunting?”

“Hunting assholes. This place is thick with them.”

“Kind of like shooting fish in a barrel, though.”

“It’s not for sport, EJ, gotta cull the herd of losers.”

“Well… good luck I guess.”

“Thanks bro.”

Chapter 18 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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The Oddity published 19/02/2017

Tom: Chocolate donuts
Drake: ….Chocolate donuts
Bruce: ……..Chocolate donuts. It’s true.

“You mean like chocolate covered? Or chocolate cake donuts.”

Tom: Chocolate covered
Drake: ……………cake
Bruce:…………….Chocolate … both probably

Chapter 17 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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Unspeakable Stop-overs published 14/02/2017

‘We greet our elders where they’ve waited all year for us, sitting black and white on the shelf, and at first they make us pay our distance, their deep cold frowns as unmoveable as if they’d been set in concrete. But the mood – the mood then is of full, incorruptible glee, and sometimes it seems like the rosy peach flowers the houses are filled with are the divine, physical manifestation of this, a bloom fertilised by the national bliss.’

By Armel Dagorn.

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