Marked – nicely written, good mood setting, but sort of just went nowhere…like a pleasant French noir film that ran out of money half way through the shoot.
Spiral – kind of interesting take on body art – from a child’s perspective, to a young kid getting the tattoos, to an old man reflecting on them and time gone by. To those who say tattoos will look ugly on old people, this will show there is more to it than how tattoos will look; it is what they represent. Nice job. Inked well.
The Music Man – We got trouble, right here in Riga city…sort of liked the premise of the idea of tattoos showing up and becoming visions…or maybe I was reading too much into it – but then my psychic abilities abruptly ended and not quite sure what happened. I think the old guy got kicked in his crystal balls before he could finish his tale.
Full Contact – or Poof The Magic Draconian…and not sure if the author knows that “Poof” is the British slur equivalent of “Fag”. However, this did make the odd marriage part of the story rather amusing…that’ll teach ya for giving hand jobs to naked aliens.
John Doe – a dear and a dearly departed. Sad tale. Reminds me of a similar story I wrote years ago, and it still hits me hard. Nice story and interesting twist on what might be found if you dig too deeply around those roots of the family tree. Slightly off topic, but spoke with an elderly relative in Berlin who has the onset of Alzheimers and she asked if I thought Reagan was going to win the election tomorrow. This story kind of shows where all our stories might end someday. Very nice and quite touching.
Protection – crystal methods of persuasion. I have to admit, this was a bit cryptic for me and I think it could have used some more super powers of exposition. I sorta got it, but sorta didn’t.
Don’t Forget Comrade, Volgograd, Not Stalingrad – you say tomahto, I say tomayto…nice story! I did like that this was a story about a story. Maybe I am just a sentimental old fool, but I wish that all of the great stories of yore from people who were “there” had been recorded somehow. An old man with an amazing life who came thisclose to burning that piece of history. The power of words and the importance of history – great choice for a short story.
Wisdom Calls Out – and nobody is home. The shame is that the teacher wasn’t able to get through to the student, and the student wasn’t even paying attention to the teacher. This was like hearing Steven Hawking impart wisdom on Paris Hilton – somehow you know it ain’t gonna sink in because, well, “dude wasn’t cute at all.” Nice snapshot of a dumb box of rocks!
Declaration Of Geneva – hit or Swiss miss? Nice little twist, but being the truly evil bastard that I am, I would have tried to figure out a way to give Doc sweet revenge…come on, a little snip here and there and this dude could sing soprano in the choir and never hurt another soul. But I did like that things might not just end happily ever after for our tattooed bloke…”Oath what a tangled tale we weave…”
Welcome To Tanglewoods – and this’ll teach you to call me whippersnapper, old man. This was Sophia’s nightmare on Golden Girls – and Shady Pines sounds a lot like Tanglewood. To be honest, I would have added one more scene to get back at that young whippersnapper – perhaps the fact that the old man’s pet poisonous snakes were still in the back of the closet in the old apartment? Always kind of fun to see the smart ass kid get his due.
Ain’t Gonna Be Mexico – OK, so this was my attempt. The story came fairly quickly – I have seen far too many crime movies with Russian gangster tattoos and just knew the old man had been in prison. Then I came up with the idea of an “Innocent” son. Then the roommate idea appeared and then the scam. I banged the story out quickly – unfortunately, I banged about 3000 words quickly. It is a pain in the ass to chop 1000 words from a short story and if anyone wishes to count, you will note my story is now exactly 2000 words. I was literally chopping two words into contractions to try to lower my count. This was a huge problem with the story – by the time I got it down to 2000 words, I had lost lots of the characterization, some plot points, almost every interesting adjective and all kinds of personality and style. I was left with a shell of the story. So – consider it the sad Cliff Notes version of what could have been, and should have been, a far better story.
Thanks all - some great stories and looking forward to the next effort!