My recently published novella is now available! Check out the following post on my main blog:
Paid to Care
My latest work of flash/micro fiction is available to read on my new/main blog:
Paid to Care
— Read on jackecheal.wordpress.com/2019/05/20/paid-to-care/
A story from the life of muscle-model and low-budget-action-movie star Sabrina Di’Anno. When an arson attack on set threatens a police investigation that could shut down her latest film, she decides to capture the criminal herself.
Sabrina Di’Anno: Set Aflame
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A story from the life of muscle-model and low-budget, action-movie star Sabrina Di’Anno, bisexual judoka and part-time squatter. When an arson attack on set threatens a police investigation that could shut down her latest film, she decides to capture the criminal herself.
I smell smoke. Usually, I wouldn’t worry about it, the crew makes the most of the woodland and barbecues are common. The satisfying scent of burning wood, even low-grade palette wood, is nostalgic for me; setting a bonfire was one of my step-dads few benign interests.
But this smells like melting plastic. Only an idiot puts plastic on a barbecue.
I hear shouting. Normally, I would ignore it. This is a busy set. Terry has more cameras than cash at this point and films as much as he can in a week. I’m used to ignoring gunshots, and anguished pleas for mercy.
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You Know When You See the Cover…
I’ve travelled to planet fuzz on my wah station and now I’m falling through the crumbling earth to a frozen core of cavernous crystal chambers.
And there’s a mammoth here.
Like most loud,
Entitled, fat people,
She thinks people like her
For speaking her mind,
And that no one deserves her respect until they earn it.
Thing is, why bother
When you’re an obese loudmouth.
No one wants to fuck you
And you’re proud to be rude until someone sucks you arse.
Personally, I keep my opinions to my poetry.
Tough people are sometimes important but rarely nice. As the world softens the need for them lessens and kindness is needed instead.
Mother Earth is nearly done with bad boys, she wants a sensitive man now.
I see a girl,
Looks like she’s thinking too hard
And her huge headphones
Are probably deafening her.
I watch her dodge branches
With her head,
Instead of moving her body
Out of the way and I think:
She’s probably autistic too.