Oldies
Current mood: blissful

So I had a couple of old stories of mine,personal faves, accepted at MicroHorror. You should check them out.

Here

http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/category/author/grant-wamack/

Currently reading : The Great and Secret Show By Clive Barker Release date: 1999-11-03

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Million Dollar Babies
Current mood: determined

Million Dollar Babies

By: Grant Wamack

The young beaming couple pushed their cart up to the counter. They set their items on the counter. Two babies. One was golden and shone when held up to the light. The other was blue fat and ugly.

     The cashier picked the fat blue one up out of the cart and scanned the barcode which had been tattooed into its back since birth. The price came up to five hundred million dollars without tax.

"Would you like this baby bagged?" the cashier asked.

     "No, wait. I'm not sure if I want him," the woman said, concern cut deeply into her face.

     "Honey, why not?"

     "Well he's blue. Kids might tease him. Call him names like blue boy or bluebeard. You don't want a pirate for a son do you?" she asked.

     "No, know what? We don't want him."

     The cashier took the blue baby and threw him in the trash can. Then he rang up the golden baby which cost two million including tax.

     The young couple paid with a check written in blood.

     "Can you put him in a bag?" The woman asked.

     "Sure." The cashier double bagged the baby and handed it to the couple.

     "Have a nice day."

Currently listening : The Cool By Lupe Fiasco Release date: 2007-12-18

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Pest
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Pest

By: Grant Wamack

     "Back away you pest!" The chubby woman shoved the aerosol can in the man's face. "Wha?"

     "Don't what me, P-E-S-T, pest. Always walking around, fucking the air with your breath."

     "But I use protection"

     "Don't lie to me; the air is pregnant with your children. Makes me sick."

     The air began to push and every push was followed by an agonized cry of wind. Both the chubby woman and the pest felt its pain even if it was only fragments. The glistening newborn fell to the ground; it began chewing on its umbilical cord.

     "He'll probably grow up and become a pest just like you."

     The pest ignored her comment as all pests do and walked away to continue his fucking.

     The chubby woman walked and the newborn crawled into the dark house. Its frame shook from the cries of the newborns. Cries for their father to take them home.

Currently reading : High Cotton: Selected Stories of Joe R. Lansdale By Joe R. Lansdale

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365 Tomorrows

So I went to 365 Tomorrows a couple of minutes ago and saw they posted my story "Rags." By the time anyone reads this blog it will be replaced by another. That's why the site has an archives sections. Here's the link. http://www.365tomorrows.com/category/story/

Oh yeah,this would be my first publication.I have five more stories slated for publication this year. A couple in the second issue of Polluto.You can buy it here http://www.polluto.com/ It has some nice names like Rhys Hughes and Jeff Vandermeer.

A couple more stories should appear in the Twisted Twins antho later this year. Check it out over here. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=291129662 Hopefully this link works.If not go to my page look at my top friends and click Twisted Twins.

Lastly, Nemonymous 8:Cone Zero has a story of mine in it. I'm most excited about this one because I love the concept. And D.F. Lewis is the editor who is also one of my favorite writers of all time.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nemonymous

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Runny Eggs

by:Grant Wamack

Mind-fluctuates

It rises up

Falls back down

Four levels of pain

Climbing the slippery

Synapses, takes focus

Concentrated shots of

Concentration break

Memory slams, cracks open

Childhood seeps out, like yolk

Runny eggs of reality

Scrunch up into tight coils

Of suffocation

Breathless

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The Climax

The Climax

By: Grant Wamack

Time melts

Daliesque

The minutes

Mere pebbles

Of sand

Slide down

The curves

Of the hourglass

It moans as

The climax

Nears its

Conclusion

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Against the Tide

by:Grant Wamack

Time crawls slowly against the tide.

Explosions of here and now flow from the mouth of the sea.

Sands are mute, forced into silence.

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