The header says “Uncommon Pie Reviews”. Now, you might be wondering what this is going to be. A collection of reviews? A review of the reviews? A review of that book called “Uncommon Pie”, or more correctly “Uncommon Pie & Other Stories”, subtitled “The SloWord Collection Vol 1.” I decided on this poll, hoping it makes things easier for people.
A short piece of fiction, after a long period. It's dialogue driven. SPOILER ALERT: There is no rain in the story!
A retelling of a tale by Sreyoshi Guha (By kind permission) To Read The Original Story And To Learn More About It, Please Click Here To See The Review. It was afternoon and the sun headed into the west as the doors of the prison closed behind her, closing down the fourteen years…
The clock at the platform showed 11:20. Darrell seated herself on a bench, grateful for the shade from the sun. She pulled her suitcase closer to her to wait for the 11:35. As was her habit, she watched the passengers filter in. There weren't too many. Most of those who needed to go…
The sunlight streamed through in violent, dusty motes. Dust lay everywhere. Every piece of furniture, not covered in dusty tattered sheets, contained a thick layer of dust. There was no sign of violence in the room. It was simply a room, dust-laden, quiet, lit up by sunlight, devoid of any signs of life.…
"Good morning, Liz." Liz looked up from her notebook and smiled at Darrell. "Good morning. I wasn't expecting to see you today. After the late night celebrations I thought you'd sleep in!" she said. Darrell sat down with her coffee and offered Liz her plate of croissants. Liz shook her head. Darrell tore…
Goon looked over at Fatty and motioned him over. Fatty rolled himself over in his chair over to Goon’s desk. “Let me show you what I found”, he said as he typed away on Goon’s keyboard. He sat back as the screen refreshed. Goon stared impassively ahead. A list appeared on the monitor.…
The five kilometre hike felt tougher than it was. Pam slogged through the slightly uphill trail. Her head was still not fully clear of the anger, fear and doubt that she had felt since she had left, run away, from the city. Driving into the countryside, she had no thought about what she…
The rain bothered her. It had been raining, it seemed, ever since she had arrived, three months ago. It felt like she’d lived here forever and the rain had poured down forever. It had been raining all night and now at 8AM, it came down in a steady downpour The cottage sat on…
It was eight in the morning and the skies had opened up. I sat looking at the newspaper in my hand and the little water droplets forming and rolling down the window pane, when suddenly I realised that I had written a string of words and they were sitting there on the screen…