Another Two Rejections...

Damn. I never thought this writing crap would be easy, but two rejections in one day has always gotta hurt. The first was None Fatter Than Desire which I sent to Three Lobed Burning Eye and to be fair, I know the story sucks. The other was a weird 'frozen cowboy' western titled Thawin' Out which I was pleased with, but Dred turned it down. Still the editor did say it was well written, so that's something.

I've decided I need to stop focusing on getting published and actually write something I enjoy, hence why my next story involves Transvestites, Midgets, Nazi's and The Spear of Destiny. I'm aiming to submit it to the SFReader comp that closes on 31st Decmber 2006, if you're interested you can check it out here: http://www.sfreader.com/story-contest.asp

Despite all the bad news, I did win the One Word Flash Challenge (under 200 words) on Critters this week and as a special treat here is my entry. Buzz word DECEPTION

A TOWN CALLED DECEPTION

Gordy Moon limped into town on a shoeless mule with an arrow protruding from its rump. He’d managed to escape the ambush and figured himself the only survivor. Tall timber buildings rose on either side of a track swathed in dark mud. Street vendors hawked their wares in broken English and only the barking of stray dogs could be heard above them.

“Ain’t them the prettiest whores that ever lived?”

Four whores lined a balcony, leaning seductively and making crude comments to the passing men. Gordy just saw a line of eight titties.

He slid from his saddle and wiped a greasy sleeve across his mouth before entering the building. A tall thin fellow took his coins and thrust a bottle of whiskey into his hand. Gordy made his way up the steps and pushed open the door of room number three.

The whore lay on the bed, legs apart, her sex glistening with invitation. Gordy was naked quicker than a man whose clothes were alight. He stroked himself to arousal and took a leap for the whore.

Gordy hit the hard earth of the desert and the mirage broke. He looked down.

He’d snapped his favourite pistol.

See ya in two.