tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173487682011-07-08T13:43:22.370+12:00Writing from New ZealandAdrian Firthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814994457537326noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17348768.post-87768437000308307592009-08-21T19:16:00.003+12:002009-08-21T19:42:01.593+12:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >W</span>et, greasy smears led across the living room floor of 27 Wentwest Place, ending at a rear bedroom. Inside, the owner lay next to an overturned dresser, jeans around his ankles, the rubbery pink rope of his intestines spread across the carpet.<br /><br />Read it at <a href="http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20090821/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Everyday Weirdness</span></a>, August 21, 2009.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17348768-8776843700030830759?l=adrianfirth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrian Firthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814994457537326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17348768.post-8226662684970818522009-07-13T13:09:00.005+12:002009-09-19T13:48:14.454+12:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >R</span>ichard jerked his hand away from the bracelet his wife offered, recoiling as though the silver band might burn. He stood, jostling the little iron table, knocking his cup to the balcony floor where it broke into shards–white islands scattered through a dark coffee sea.<br /><br />Music meets technology singularity: read it in <a href="http://absentwillowreview.com/archives/final-refrain"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Absent Willow Review</span></a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17348768-822666268497081852?l=adrianfirth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrian Firthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814994457537326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17348768.post-37230125474733868912009-07-13T13:00:00.006+12:002011-04-16T20:58:01.822+12:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >B</span>y definition, immortals have as much time as they wish to enjoy the really great things in life. Things like chasing seagulls down a beach . . .<br /><br />Appearing in <a href="http://www.joyfulonline.net/2009fictionarchives.htm"><span style="font-style: italic;">joyful!</span></a>, November 2009.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17348768-3723012547473386891?l=adrianfirth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrian Firthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814994457537326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17348768.post-1128207180218776712005-10-02T11:44:00.005+13:002009-08-02T22:50:20.846+12:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>H</strong></span>ow many would you sacrifice to save your race? Love and physics in a dying universe.<br /><br />Read it at <a href="http://reflectionsedge.com/index.php/2005/10/the-god-of-the-gaps/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Reflection's Edge</span></a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17348768-112820718021877671?l=adrianfirth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adrian Firthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05759814994457537326noreply@blogger.com