Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City

Nothing Is Strange by Mike Russell

The Diaries of Sun City By Mike Russell From short story collection Nothing Is Strange   Dear Diary, Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular… Continue reading Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City

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Short Story Saturday – Dunce by Mike Russell

Dunce   Everyone calls Dunce ‘Dunce’. Everyone thinks that Dunce is an idiot. I used to think so too but not any more.   Dunce is completely bald and has a really pointed head so the temptation to get him paralytic on his thirtieth birthday, carry him to the tattooist’s and get a nice big… Continue reading Short Story Saturday – Dunce by Mike Russell

Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City by Mike Russell

Nothing Is Strange by Mike Russell

The Diaries of Sun City By Mike Russell Dear Diary, Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular centre is where we work and shop. No… Continue reading Short Story Saturday – The Diaries of Sun City by Mike Russell

Short Story Saturday: The Fairway

THE FAIRWAY. by Oliver Onions   EXCEPT that he called the gipsies the “Johnnie Faws,” there was little of the rustic in his speech; and as he told the tale we seemed to see them, these Johnnie Faws, coming down the hill on that wild January forenoon. They did not come by the Portsannet road—it… Continue reading Short Story Saturday: The Fairway