That’s another rejection letter, from an NZ literary journal (one of the Sleep Dep items – here).

I'm thinking that context might be an issue.
This site works OK as a home for these little bastards, whereas a magazine or journal… well I can understand they’d seem out of place.
The longer stories have the same problem. Not straight (or well-written) enough for a lit journal, not genre enough for a horror magazine.
Hmm.

Has anyone out there come across a journal/website/rich pervert that might be interested in this shit?
Let me know.

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HATH ANYWUN ELTH GOB UH BIH ATH THNAKE COIL ROUN THEY BITHEP?

Coth Ah do.
Yuh, you herr mih.

Ah tel you duh thtowy.
Wun mowwin Ah wake up an Ah feel ih. Thomthin tigh roun mah ahm. Ah thoh mebbe they doctahs they clime inna my beh uh tay mah bwud pwetha.
Bud ih wudn.
Ih wudda thnake.

Ah gibum uh name. Eeth caw Fwankie. Fwankie duh Thnake.

Whun Ah goethda gym tuh liff mah weith, theyth aw be wuggin at Fwankie. Theyth be within theyth gob theyselb uh bih ath thnake. Buh nah, they dohn. An Ah be pummin they weith an mah bithepth be aw pumm up, an Fwankie be feewin ih. Eeh be lih “oo Cwith you be so pumm up Ahth gunna hathda wetht mah coilth a libbl.”
Yuh.
Un dennah goethda thop an Ah gess mythel uh Lucothade. An ah be all pumm up an be wearun them t-thir ain gob no thleebes. Un they wimmen they be lih “oo Cwith hooth yuh fwen” un Ah thays “Fwankie” an theyth all be wanninda paddim.
Yuh. I gotha hull buntha wimmen be waninda tuth mah thnake.

Ahth juth wunna thek wetha any youth awtho gob youthew a bih ath thnake. Weeth thtah ourthel uh cwub mebbe. “Thnake Cwub”.
Weeth geb ourthel thpethal t-thir an aw goethda gym togetha. Liff weith.

Lulling

Ink spilled on a black sheet
spread out across dark earth
rumpled by an empty wind
creased, oozing out onto
black rose buds, opening
like ebony fans
the mouths of caves
yawning, stretched black muscles
opaque saliva
dark breath
flutters against banners
black petals cast across the dark earth
wet
wallpaper
black-on-black
twisted wallpaper pattern
of thorns, like bared teeth
lean through the gaps into empty night
snagging at your throat and wrists
blinking, blind
at roiling dark clouds
a low silence
churning out a storm of nothing
nothing
sweet fuck all
black, black, black
I just want to sleep please

LIVES OF THE GREAT COMPOSERS: Forum

TSCnini: hi not looking for a cheat necessarily but getting very frustrated - i have tried everything but i cannot get past Donizetti. no problems with earlier levels, Grieg, Haydn etc but Donizetti shows up as either round 5 or round 6, jumps up onto the rafters and keeps using his trident attack.
tried playing Donizetti so i don't have to fight him, but when i do i can't dodge Saint-Saens' stampede attack, cos Donizetti is so slow on the ground
is there some trick i haven't worked out? its driving me crazy
the bastard has such stupid hair too lol

KRJAN: hey TSCnini - not somethibg I'v had problems with maybe you aren ot usig fast dodge?

LEOPOLD S: Donizetti will stay up and keep using the trident while it works, but like the other bel canto-era composers he's impatient so if you use fast dodge (left/left/right, or right/right/left) a few times he'll get frustrated and come back down.
Otherwise you can stay on the ground and fire your weapon up at him, e.g. with Delius you can throw your wheelchair up at him. Also Delius or Schubert are both good since Donizetti is vulnerable to syphilis attack.
Or you can try unlocking one of the more powerful C19th/20th guys - e.g. get Prokofiev unlocked by entering WEIMONTI on the high score chart

TSCnini: thanks leo ill try prokofiev

KRJAN: hells yah
womp that bel canto mutha neo-classcl stylz >:)

Uh Oh Look Out

Here it comes
- boom -
attacked by the Pope.

Attacked by children
attacked by evil women with whiskers and headscarves
their long fingers reaching in through the kitchen window
attacked by promotional mascots
clowns
five men dressed as letters of the alphabet
K, E, I, L, R
god damn it they are after you
run and hide in the sewers
attacked by a sewer inspector
reaching out of the darkness
rubber gloved fingers smelling of muck
later, in hospital, attacked by your own folks
parents, siblings
a cousin you've never met
then later by a nurse
by the cleaners
by the devil
although this last was possibly a dream
very well then:
attacked by a dream
unconscious
falling through the roiling darkness
limbs flailing against them all

walking down the corridors in one of those blue gowns
open at the back
arse on display
god damn it they are out to get you