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  • Douglas Ogurek, Author at Litro Magazine
    Society Journal The Literary Review Gone Lawn Morpheus Tales Wilderness House Literary Review and several anthologies He is the communications manager of a Chicago based architecture firm where he has written over one hundred articles about facility planning and design Ogurek also reviews films at Theaker s Quarterly Fiction Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves or even those with a particular interest in literature instead Litro believes in reaching the general reader whether they be a commuter someone browsing in a

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  • The Perfect Bad Criminal Story
    drifts over to the edge of the road and stops So I pull in behind him and just sit for a minute Then I grab a baseball bat and get out of the truck You drive around with a bat one guy asks the owner No it s my son s Left it in the truck after a little league game So I walk up to the side of the car you know staying a bit back just in case the guy s armed or something And I m at the rear door when the guy takes off again One guy roars and slaps his knee before shouting Oldest trick in the book So I haul back to my truck jump in and start chasing the guy again I come up over the hill there you know the one by the road to the reservoir and press the pedal to the floor I scream down the hill After about thirty seconds I screech around the corner and I m back behind the guy So then he slows down and pulls over to the shoulder again And I pull over And I m sitting there thinking Yeah right pal not happening So I sit and the guy sits And he s looking back at me through his rear view mirror Then all of a sudden the door whips open and the guy takes off on foot Goes straight into the woods Disappears Just taking a leak The guy on the left chuckles at his own joke and folds his hands across a sizeable belly before apologizing for interrupting The owner grins and continues his story So I get out and lock the truck I get into my car and see the keys dangling from the steering column It s still in Drive but the engine is off So I shift the lever into Park and try to start it up but it won t turn over I look down at the gas needle It s on E The putz literally ran out of gas The four of us roar with laughter The owner shakes his head and pours himself a beer I dig out my wallet put a five onto the bar top and head outside I start walking down the gravel road back to the state park where I m camping There are no chips on shoulders in that bar at least not today just humorous acceptance And what are the odds I think to myself of stumbling onto that I m no believer in divine intervention but something put me at the perfect place at the perfect time to hear the perfect bad criminal story About Thomas Sullivan Thomas Sullivan is the author of So Much Time So Little Change a collection of humor essays He once taught Driver Education as an on the road instructor Thomas lives in Seattle and writes regularly for the website HumorOutcasts com Mail Web More Posts 1 Comments comments Prev The Architecture of

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  • Tsullivan, Author at Litro Magazine
    Litro Magazine Thomas Sullivan is the author of So Much Time So Little Change a collection of humor essays He once taught Driver Education as an on the road instructor Thomas lives in Seattle and writes regularly for the website HumorOutcasts com Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves or even those with a particular interest in literature instead Litro believes in reaching the general reader whether they be a commuter someone browsing in a bookshop or in a bar or a

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  • The Architecture of Humans
    Lebanese hang out Our band did a month of Fridays there and Jordan had a job on the grounds Instant attraction I ask Are you joking I had my eye on a Lebanese guy with digs in Knightsbridge This is the last thing that was meant to happen A final dusty hill then the seafront is open ahead its curves crushed by a forest of coconut palms Out on a rock shelf there is a construction of cast concrete beams like an empty shoebox There is only one word left in my mind right now It is folly That evening I have my first hormone injection I load the syringe pull down my trousers and shoot it into my buttock Victoria lies on the bed watching me Merle was surly at dinner and spooned reheated rice and stew onto our plates She has just driven out to meet Jordan in a bar Victoria plugs in the fan and the air frees itself over both of us but the metal basket makes a tinny noise I know will drive me crazy in the night Victoria turns over onto her tummy and ignores me I disinfect the pinprick on my butt and wonder how many pinpricks it will take to produce a viable cluster of eggs The doctor wants to do an ultrasound in a couple of days René kept asking me if the setup were legal or monitored or even safe for my health He thinks I am doing this because nothing I have ever done in my life has produced a consequence René said he wouldn t give these people a kitten Victoria is not asleep I d like to ask her what she thinks about Jordan who wasn t at the dramatic building site this afternoon who called up Merle in the middle of our tight lipped meal Victoria is wearing pyjamas I suspect my mother has sent her from home Her hair spills onto the pillow the wall above her is blank I boil up some citronella stalks and strain the scented water into one of Merle s mugs Merle looks in on me the next morning She s parcelled Victoria into the car and sits down on the bed I feel shitty my intestines feel like there is water running through them How did the injection go darling Merle says Fine It was okay Jordan s here He s not up yet but he ll make you breakfast I have to fly She kisses my forehead Got to look after you You re our little incubator I stay in bed as long as I can until my bowels are knotted and I am bursting with piss I can t hear Jordan in the kitchen I sit down on the loo expel everything then quickly shower Light headed I think of digging myself into René s arms We have agreed to call once a week no emails By the time I call him on Friday I will have had five injections of hormones in my backside and at least two ultrasounds perhaps there will be a batch of microscopic eggs trapped in the wavy turbine of my right ovary follicles René is going back to Paris next weekend He said he needed to catch up with a few people I worry that means an old girlfriend called Sabine In Victoria s room I fold my clothes in my suitcase on the floor make both beds and stand in front of my cousin s crooked wardrobe with its lustreless brown paint I hear nothing from Merle s bedroom But Merle s door is ajar and I see the long rippled extension of Jordan s spine on the sheets His shoulders are turned inward and arms collected beneath his chest the back of his shaven cranium is square Seeing this faceless body makes me struggle with Jordan already I wonder if Merle has ever gazed upon him like this Of course she has A woman always watches her man cruising through sleep I want to stretch out on that back and inhale the column of his neck He comes out when I am sipping tea on Merle s porch He looks embarrassed I see he doesn t want to spend time alone with me either We make small talk about how early they leave for school about how he tried to get to the site yesterday but was held up in Ada He apologises for that The young house help crosses the yard with a tub of wet clothing chewing stick in her mouth She shouts something to Jordan in Twi which makes him frown I see the smile doesn t leave her face as she rounds the house For some reason I am certain that this young woman can intuit our baby plan She would have heard Merle and Jordan over and over at night the lovemaking turned into laceration and fits Jordan balls his hands between his knees He looks about the yard as though there are things to be done He shovels sugar into his coffee You can t tell me Jordan s carnal aims included producing a baby with her Not this lean jostling creature Merle could engulf with her limbs who could go out there and impregnate a whole nubile village It s possible that we could talk about Merle s dream house though I m worried my consternation will come out fast And I m even more afraid of seeing through to Jordan s unsteady feelings I watch his fingers roving over each other They have very long joints I can t believe this man and I are providing the raw material to create a child Would it be ours in anything but the language of souls Should it be Jordan lifts out of his bamboo framed chair and runs a palm over his head His eyeballs are slightly poppy I m hoping Merle s new child won t have these Jordan says he

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  • Catherine McNamara, Author at Litro Magazine
    running a bar Her collection Pelt and Other Stories was longlisted for the Frank O Connor International Short Story Award and semi finalist in the Hudson Prize Her work has been shortlisted and anthologised widely She lives in Italy and has great collections of West African sculpture and Italian heels Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves or even those with a particular interest in literature instead Litro believes in reaching the general reader whether they be a commuter someone browsing in

    Original URL path: http://www.litro.co.uk/author/kitcat/ (2016-02-15)
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  • Four to Seven
    and I dropped everything and stopped in early after work It was just the two of us and we were both so exhausted we yawned our greetings So how s the fam he roared placing my beer down Good I roared back What about you Like the haircut Right then three vaguely familiar faces from the past entered the bar and he sprang to life Be right back He strolled back over to me after I d finished my beer and asked if I wanted another Let me take care of you he offered with the added incentive of the bar s best whiskey I wavered weighing possibilities against responsibilities In the end it was winter and daylight savings had me on the run Bath and bedtime stories were expected of me I had overnight diapers for my youngest in my backpack She d pee through the sheets without one on I was also drinking less and writing again trying to at least early in the morning before everyone was awake from four to seven I left all that out and told him I was coming down with something which I was My house is a Petri dish this time of year I said He winced sympathetically and suggested I get rest then led by a handshake we leaned over the counter for a one armed hug It was good hanging out he said his gaze warm with nostalgia We let too much time go by Before I could respond he asked what I was doing Saturday night I couldn t think of anything interesting to say beside laundry and TV and said I wasn t sure Why I asked Beaming he told me that he was having an opening for his paintings in the backroom He had twelve pieces Surprised I remarked that I didn t know he painted and he raised his leg and placed his foot on the table to proudly show off drops of acrylic paint that had set onto his black Converse There s going to be food and booze and a DJ he boasted Everybody will be here One after the other as if on cue ragtag members of Everybody strolled into the bar and sat spread apart at the counter independently together He gave each a hardy welcome by name and bobbed his head to the music while pouring their usual I caught a candid glimpse of him in the mirror behind the cash register as he stole a moment to check himself out before making change In disagreement with his mirror self he mugged and preened but little changed Out of the corner of his eye his mirror self noticed me watching and we shared a knowing smile About Chuck Nwoke Chuck Nwoke was born in Nigeria and raised in Houston A sponsored skateboarder in his former life his love for storytelling won out while in college His stories explore themes of masculinity identity connectedness and the absurd He is currently trying

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  • Chuck Nwoke, Author at Litro Magazine
    of masculinity identity connectedness and the absurd He is currently trying to find a home for two novels and a story collection Aside from fiction he s published music features and received awards for screenplays He was last published in Akashic Books short fiction series He lives in Brooklyn NY with his family and their shoes Website Twitter Facebook Contact Us General 44 0 20 3371 9971 info litro co uk Sales Advertising enquiries 44 0 20 3371 9971 Email Sales Magazine Editorial editor litro co uk All Online Editorial online litro co uk Book Reviews Author Interviews reviews litro co uk Film Arts Editorial arts litro co uk Litro Lab Podcast litrolab litro co uk LitroTV litrotv litro co uk Litro Listings listings litro co uk Subscribe Stockists Submissions Advertising Our Team About Litro Litro Magazine is a free short stories and creative arts magazine in print and online Providing a place for readers writers and the broader creative community to discuss various aspects of literature arts and culture through features reviews non themed fiction interviews columns and more Perfect reading for those with busy lives When the first issue of Litro was published in April 2005 the main free paper for commuters and city dwellers was the morning Metro Since then many tabloid style free sheets have joined the field like the Metro these can be skim read and quickly discarded Litro is different our central aim has always been to provide commuters and city dwellers with an inspiring thought provoking alternative that takes you places you don t normally think about when travelling around the city We believe literary magazines should not just be targeted at writers themselves or even those with a particular interest in literature instead Litro believes in reaching the general reader whether they

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  • IRONY 101
    I explained that farmers had a hard time making a profit forcing many to hold day jobs and work the fields late She snorted She was used to the suburbs where the city council tried to please noisemakers like her I had pictured a close knit rural community Cookouts in backyards lawn chairs together at summer band concerts on the village square Christmas caroling across the snowy yards Delusions created by the movies apparently I wanted to meet the old man whose farm was behind us I didn t even know his name Sometimes I could see him working bent and slow Adam was impressed with the guy s ancient tractor He pointed out how the farmer used what looked like antique implements to plow spread manure to cut and bale hay I didn t know what the farmer must think about the raw new houses rising up at the back of his fields I didn t know if he d want to meet me I didn t know what I d say Taking refuge in my new kitchen I started the coffee I leaned my elbows on the windowsill and looked at the barn lights gleaming in the distance I looked for those lights every morning as I woke for work and every evening as I prepared supper They made me feel everything was all right Grain in the silo hay stacked in the barn cows waiting to be milked assurances that someone held fast to the rituals of earth that kept us all fed I pictured the old man answering the lowing of his cows working as he d worked for years I sent a silent prayer for his work worn body and his honourable ways Then I carried out the coffee and dessert Rob and Marlene left soon after They wanted to get home before dark what with the unfamiliar roads and all They weren t ones to fritter away time with family I didn t say a word of derision to Adam after they d left I almost opened the windows to rid the house of Orchard Mist Instead I joined him on the couch We agreed we d made the best move ever The alarm always jolts me awake like a shock to the heart I can feel palpitations slam in my chest erasing the last remnants of my dreams I get up much earlier than necessary to enjoy the silent house I read the paper drink coffee let my own thoughts ramble before the day is cluttered with obligations This morning I lean on the windowsill a long time before I realize something is wrong Lights are not on in the dairy barn I nurse my concerns putting another load of laundry in the washing machine and packing lunches stopping to look out the back window often When Adam and the girls wander in the kitchen for breakfast I tell each of them but they don t share my worry Hey he slept in

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