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Chapter 3.14 - Sex and death
The Curly Situation | September 4th 2008
I shoved Karen, naked and swearing, out onto the landing and unlocked the fur-lined cuff from my wrist. The scowl magically returned to her face. “Great - and what about clothes? I can’t be hanging around out here like this.” “You may want t read more
Chapter 3.13 - Worlds collide
The Curly Situation | September 3rd 2008
Karen had finally dragged the sheet up to cover her crotch. A classy chick to the last. “She’s got no tan lines. Anywhere.” The fat stranger beside me finally tore his eyes away from the bed. “I know you - you used to play crick read more
Chapter 3.12 - Naked revenge
The Curly Situation | September 1st 2008
Gacy jumped when his phone rang, dropping his bag of seeping “evidence” as he pulled an arm out of the wheelie bin, the juice of a week’s garbage coating his fingers. He fished in his pocket with less care than you might expect from someone w read more
Chapter 3.11 - Rubbish binny
The Curly Situation | August 29th 2008
The sun was down but Gacy was still sweating into his synthetic shirt. He popped another button and slouched lower in his seat, feeling his age plus 10. Carrying large cameras around the streets was not kosher day or night, so he dropped his camera read more
Chapter 3.10 - Chase the white rabbit
The Curly Situation | August 27th 2008
Dimmick paid his more reliable members a wage to mix drugs. It wasn’t a ton of cash, but it meant that they could leave their jobs and devote more of their time to the Riders, and less to the outside world. The president fostered this commitment/in read more
Chapter 3.9 - Help wanted
The Curly Situation | August 25th 2008
I looked across at the impassive PI. “So I feel awful about the whole thing. Spicy Joe… and everything, and I’m bloody worried about Paul Honen.” “Tell me, how well do you know this chap Honen? Even had any clashes? Would he bear a g read more
Chapter 3.8 - Curly, P.I.
The Curly Situation | August 21st 2008
According to the sign, along with a couple of other chi-chi businesses, Duncan J. De Walt worked from an office in a converted two-storey sandstone mansion in the Eastern Suburbs’ cash-cow central – Double Bay. The guy had been surprisingly a read more
Chapter 3.7 - Mo in the know
The Curly Situation | August 20th 2008
Running around in the outfield is not all glamourous grass-sliding and the surreptitious scratching of nuts - it’s fucking hard work. Having said that, it beats being spirited off the face of the Earth, which is what appeared to have happened read more
Chapter 3.6 - Gene dream believer
The Curly Situation | August 18th 2008
At the SCG, I kept my head down and did a passable job of blending into the game day preparation, thanks mainly to a spare uniform I begged the assistant manager for. It’s marvellous what a quivering lip and a fake blub will do. Since I was a read more
Chapter 3.5 - Debris and me
The Curly Situation | August 14th 2008
Squatting where I was I could only catch a glimpse of it past the couch. I left poor old Spicy to it - poor bugger - and crept into the next room, where the scene only got weirder. Honen’s flatscreen TV lay on its side in front of the entertainmen read more
Chapter 3.4 - Hole in my heart
The Curly Situation | August 13th 2008
The trip to Randwick from my brother’s place in Mascot is a bog-standard 15-minute commute, but it’s amazing how much time is lost to arseing about when you’re not sure if you really want to get to where you’re going. A new pai read more
Chapter 3.3 - The chemical brothers
The Curly Situation | August 11th 2008
The Rogue Riders had been formed when their founder, an ex-member of the Coffin Cheaters MC, had fled Perth in 1999 to escape a life-threatening disagreement with other members. But associates of the Coffin Cheaters had spotted their ex-member in read more
Chapter 3.2 - Burnt Squid
The Curly Situation | August 8th 2008
Squid was in a world of hurt - really suffering. Not surprising for someone lying across a couch with a foot that had strings of meat hanging where two toes should have been. Tom Crombie bent over the foot in question, which he’d propped up on read more
Chapter 3.1 - How now brown couch
The Curly Situation | August 6th 2008
My brother’s couch should have its own page in the Guinness Book. As far as share house brown couches went the fetid monstrosity took the biscuit, not to mention the car keys, loose change and the odd iced Vo-Vo. “Most Three-Dimensional Stains read more
Chapter 2.15 - Run and gun
The Curly Situation | August 4th 2008
Calm and… try to breathe… OK. At least one holding the pillow on my face, another holding my arms and… now another bear-hugging my legs at the ankles. I struggled against them momentarily, but it was no go and would only kill my oxyg read more
Chapter 2.14 - Open and mutt
The Curly Situation | August 1st 2008
I spun around to be hit in the groin by a blur of scrabbling claws and flying gobs of saliva. Spicy Joe. Joe’s lineage was anyone’s guess but he treated every human being like they were God on earth, and therein lay his charm. He was hairy, s read more
Chapter 2.13 - Fort of hard knox
The Curly Situation | July 30th 2008
Back at the ranch, the ranch may as well have been a prison. Front door locked, windows bolted – it was shut up tighter than a Scotsman’s coin purse. I bashed on the door until I set dogs barking and the curtains twitching at Mrs Cavanagh’ read more
Chapter 2.12 - Little cup of horrors
The Curly Situation | July 28th 2008
Honen lowered his voice. “What I mean is… are you really locked out of your own place?” “It’s all not quite as bad as it looked,” I lied. Brave face aside, if what she said was true, I was looking down the barrel of a cheap motel o read more
Chapter 2.11 - The crotch of the matter
The Curly Situation | July 24th 2008
The rest of the day’s play passed without incident, which was just as well because I was just about ready to expire, especially after being banished to the outfield to chase leather all afternoon. Pity that, at this rate, I’d be doing the eveni read more
Chapter 2.10 - Something wicked this way comes
The Curly Situation | July 22nd 2008
At lunch, I was putting a brave face on things. At the long players’ table in the Members’ dining room there were two topics of conversation: the likely brevity of “Shattered” Simpson’s cricket career, and my freak dismissal. I was in no mo read more
Chapter 2.9 - The view finder
The Curly Situation | July 20th 2008
Gacy was sitting in his 1989 Holden Camira, deleting old pictures off his camera and wondering if digital SLRs needed servicing. He was a painfully lackadaisical man, but camera maintenance equipment was one of the few things he wouldn’t let read more
BU-rp, blargh - the site that coughed up a hairball
The Curly Situation | July 20th 2008
Well readers, Thanks for all the helpful emails saying this site was broken over the weekend. Yes, I’d like to blame the site but I’d better put my hand up - I broke it trying to be clever and merge this site and another project to save a read more
Chapter 2.8 - Rick Disnick was soft
The Curly Situation | July 18th 2008
The electronic pen scribbles across the TV screen. Now. Keep in mind the Bulls’ Chris Simpson has his eyes on the ball at this point. Clearly even if he manages to catch the ball – here – he’ll have to step on the boundary rope – here read more
Great Scott - there’s vampires
The Curly Situation | July 17th 2008
No, rabid readers - not in this fair tale (but stay tuned for the inevitable rise of a different type of bad men at the end of this chapter). I’m talking about in two online/offline horror novels by a Guy called Scott McKenzie. They’re c read more
Chapter 2.7 - Pull yourself apart
The Curly Situation | July 15th 2008
Adrenaline does a lot to speed up the reflexes, as does a cricket ball at the windpipe. Noffke’s bouncer was nearly on me before I swivelled and threw a pull shot at it, eyes heroically squeezed shut and braced for pain. Somehow the explosion an read more
Chapter 3 - The rendezvous
The Last Theory | July 3rd 2008 by Narayan Babu
The roads were congested than usual, and I found it hard to concentrate on my driving, my mind kept on shooting more and more questions. The Candes hospital was hardly twenty minutes drive from my home, but it was already half an hour since I left ho read more
Chapter 2 - The dither
The Last Theory | June 26th 2008 by Narayan Babu
I am not sure how much time I slept, but I heard the clock striking eight times. I never used to be like this, sleeping in between my work. I went and washed my face and got some coffee for myself. It was Monday and already past eight; Larry would co read more
The Last Theory, my first novel
codevalley | June 25th 2008 by Narayan Babu
Sorry all for not posting anything for over a week. I was busy with publishing my maiden web novel, the Last Theory. It is a sci-fi sequel, where I will be posting one chapter a week, and depending upon reader comments and feedback I will take forwar read more
Chapter 1- The incipience
The Last Theory | June 18th 2008 by Narayan Babu
The buzzing sound of the doorbell kept piercing onto the heart of my ears. As I involuntarily got up from my bed and tied the lace of my pajamas, I was thinking whether houses needed door bells at all. It is such a nuisance. My legs figured out the w read more
Writer Questions
Geoffrey Philp's Blog Spot | January 30th 2008
About a week ago, a young writer and I began a very interesting conversation, which with her permission, became this post. How many short stories have you written? Between Uncle Obadiah and the... Jamaican author Geoffrey Philp interviews Caribbean read more
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