Xperience Fiction
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Art Along the Aether, Chapter Seven, Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. God said “Let there be light,” and in the presence of that light, he read. To His left and to His right were the hollowed-out husks of mini-kegs filled with something like gasoline that didn’t smell like it, trading that overpowering nostril-buster with […]
Art Along the Aether, Chapter Eleven – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Dark and cold and silent, old environment untouched by hands civilized, or beset by ravenous eyes. Where were they? Or would it have been pomp and cliché to say when were they, and the snow touched not the leaves crinkled up beneath […]
Art Along the Aether, Chapter 6 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The council had a vote, not before belaboring the pros and cons of America’s favorite skinhead on the first floor. The campaign field was wide and empty, for as it turned out in the council’s proxy speeches and diatribes, Shitheels had a […]
Art Along the Aether – Chapter Five – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Duct work and duct tape, coat hangers and copper tubing, Black PVC bowels flexing around thick electrical cable, rainbow-paint reinforced rice paper kites caught in nylon nets as sharp-angled butterflies. Strings hanging dipped in glitter, clips of newsprint glued and drizzling […]
Art Along the Aether, Chapter Four – Xperience Fiction = by Liam Sweeny. The warehouse was huge, tens of thousands of square feet. It was long ago abandoned by the property owner and would’ve been torn down if not for its sheer size compared to the size of the city budget. But Sarah figured that […]
Art Along the Aether – Chapter Two – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The three-story chunk of degraded concrete and jagged lead window husks drew in its first breath the bitter nip of the nascent Cold War, its purpose military, its designation classified, its payload, from a few chatty elders whose sense of secrecy […]
Art Along the Aether I – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The flare of the flash bashed her cheek, sought the angel’s angle and struck purgatory, crashing over her overwrought blush. The cigarette he dropped in his coffee cup twelve minutes ago rose high in the onyx, dancing along his lower lip upon an […]
Rogers County Weatherman – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Jeb’s wrist was Rogers County’s best weather service. Every time Maggie Dillard and the church group wanted to plan a bake sale in the parking lot of the A&P, She’d call Jeb the day before and ask if they needed tarps and such. When Johnstown […]
Dead Man’s Switch – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Darius grew up on the wrong side of the tracks his father rode tirelessly as a train conductor. Long hours; he’d come home soot-coated and sweaty, those few times he could be home. He had forearms as big as the thighs of a lesser man, […]
Ed Was The Lucky One – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Ed was the lucky one. It was Ed’s turn to drive the getaway car that Saturday night, as Carl, in his drunken stupor so eloquently reminded him. “Your turn motherf**ker!” he slurred, “Ya’ wanna play, ya’ gotta pay!” Carl’s favorite saying. He […]
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