Flashing It: A Tiny Collection of Tiny Stories
Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Contemporary, Science Fiction
| Author: | Vivian Unger | ISBN: | 9781310326226 |
| Publisher: | Vivian Unger | Publication: | November 3, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Vivian Unger |
| ISBN: | 9781310326226 |
| Publisher: | Vivian Unger |
| Publication: | November 3, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
An unusual audition that changes the course of Hollywood movie-making. An unusual cookbook. Boltzmann brains! And more in this brief collection of flash fiction, in which not everyone has bothered to put on a pair of briefs. (And some can't, because they have no bodies.)
Excerpt:
This happened back when Hollywood was brand new--just a bunch of Jewish men congregatin' on a patch of desert to make pictures. They hadn't even figured out yet what a movie star oughta be. They were takin' all comers: pretty, plain, young, old, fat, thin, you name it. So one day the studio door opens and in walks this broad with her big hips wobbling. Mediterranean-looking she was, her thick black hair streaked with grey. They asked her name and she said "Baubo."
"And your last name?"
"Just Baubo."
She was a couple of eons old if she was a day. But they didn't know that, and they didn't know she was a goddess neither. If they'd known either o' them things, they might o' been warier.
An unusual audition that changes the course of Hollywood movie-making. An unusual cookbook. Boltzmann brains! And more in this brief collection of flash fiction, in which not everyone has bothered to put on a pair of briefs. (And some can't, because they have no bodies.)
Excerpt:
This happened back when Hollywood was brand new--just a bunch of Jewish men congregatin' on a patch of desert to make pictures. They hadn't even figured out yet what a movie star oughta be. They were takin' all comers: pretty, plain, young, old, fat, thin, you name it. So one day the studio door opens and in walks this broad with her big hips wobbling. Mediterranean-looking she was, her thick black hair streaked with grey. They asked her name and she said "Baubo."
"And your last name?"
"Just Baubo."
She was a couple of eons old if she was a day. But they didn't know that, and they didn't know she was a goddess neither. If they'd known either o' them things, they might o' been warier.
