"Sure, we could do that. Or we could become outlaws and fight badguys on the sly. You've always looked so good in spandex."
by Fearless Editor #1
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Nonfiction by Eric Graves
Athletic Scholarship
Non-fiction
My knee is broken, my dreams are dead, and all I have left is this ugly uniform. Oh, you want it back, you say? ...Alright then.
by Eric Graves
Non-fiction
My knee is broken, my dreams are dead, and all I have left is this ugly uniform. Oh, you want it back, you say? ...Alright then.
by Eric Graves
Briefs by Florence van Tulder
Endangered
White walls are perfect habitat for my pet rainbows. Nothing more fanciful than a sunny day.
Lovely start
A heartbeat. Matching breaths. My head on your chest. Perfect morning. Your arm falls asleep. Drat.
by Florence van Tulder
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Briefs by a Brand New Author!
College Student
Five hours of homework, seven hours of sleep or hanging out with roommates? Youtube won.
Fallacies
We can be reasonably certain that reality exists. Therefore, logic has a basic assumption to build on. But isn’t reality just a construct?
Cats
Several daily feedings. Hours of brushing. Litter kept fresh. It’s never enough.
By Sierra Scarlet
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Don't Forget The Jam
You bring your crow bar, I'll bring my picnic basket, and we'll live it up like it's our golden years all over again.
by Fearless Editor #1
by Fearless Editor #1
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Funny Short Shorts for your Enjoyment
The Knife Fight
“Wesley,” Garb thought to himself, the last thought he’d ever have, as he stood under the high noon sun, “is an asshole for bringing a gun to our knife fight.”
Post modern poem on pooping…
When I’m sad I poop, allowing my excrement to be the vessel of my collected sorrows.
Constipation has become the antithesis of my complete and utter happiness.
Punks
Fall punk fashion smells like shit.
Bowie
Spiders from mars invade. Ziggy Stardust: Earth’s only hope… a man in make-up and a cod piece. Sigh…
Condoms
“I need condoms,” he said, leaving out the problem, which wasn’t that he had used the entire box under his bed, but rather, that they had expired.
The Last Story of Shortbeard the One-Legged Pirate
Arrrrrrrrrrh! On a pirate ship is where I got me peg leg and off the pirate ship is where I found me death. Me peg leg was just too buoyant. Me head not so much
by Mason Johnson
“Wesley,” Garb thought to himself, the last thought he’d ever have, as he stood under the high noon sun, “is an asshole for bringing a gun to our knife fight.”
Post modern poem on pooping…
When I’m sad I poop, allowing my excrement to be the vessel of my collected sorrows.
Constipation has become the antithesis of my complete and utter happiness.
Punks
Fall punk fashion smells like shit.
Bowie
Spiders from mars invade. Ziggy Stardust: Earth’s only hope… a man in make-up and a cod piece. Sigh…
Condoms
“I need condoms,” he said, leaving out the problem, which wasn’t that he had used the entire box under his bed, but rather, that they had expired.
The Last Story of Shortbeard the One-Legged Pirate
Arrrrrrrrrrh! On a pirate ship is where I got me peg leg and off the pirate ship is where I found me death. Me peg leg was just too buoyant. Me head not so much
by Mason Johnson
Pyromaniac Dreams
The two of you were at the end of a hallway. I had a bag of charcoal briquettes. All I could think was how much you both loved lighter fluid.
By Fearless Editor #1 aka Meghan Rock
By Fearless Editor #1 aka Meghan Rock
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Remember...
We were walking and my earring fell out. By the time I noticed, it was gone behind us somewhere. You wanted to look for it, I didn't. Isn't that a funny thing to remember?
by Nik Brink
by Nik Brink
Friday, July 23, 2010
Fearless Editor #1 Shows How It's Done
"On the Run"
Sam leaves tomorrow. Bags are packed, bills paid, no forwarding address. Finally, Lucy will know a real, live fugitive.
"A Writer"
I'm finding I love the cliche. And we all lived happily ever after. At least, that's the way I wrote it.
"Note from the Desk of Icarus"
I can't fly, but I'm trying anyways. I want a closed casket.
"The Birthday Party"
"You lost your Bounce-House privileges after that last axe-murdering rampage. You can wait by the punch while the rest of us have fun."
"Aw, Mom."
"Don't Worry, He Can See Us"
Sending his corpse to the moon was a great idea. "See that man in the moon? That's where Daddy went, sweetheart."
by Fearless Editor #1 aka Meghan Rock
Sam leaves tomorrow. Bags are packed, bills paid, no forwarding address. Finally, Lucy will know a real, live fugitive.
"A Writer"
I'm finding I love the cliche. And we all lived happily ever after. At least, that's the way I wrote it.
"Note from the Desk of Icarus"
I can't fly, but I'm trying anyways. I want a closed casket.
"The Birthday Party"
"You lost your Bounce-House privileges after that last axe-murdering rampage. You can wait by the punch while the rest of us have fun."
"Aw, Mom."
"Don't Worry, He Can See Us"
Sending his corpse to the moon was a great idea. "See that man in the moon? That's where Daddy went, sweetheart."
by Fearless Editor #1 aka Meghan Rock
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Some Seriously Wonderful Micro-Fiction
"He was always unpopular when he spoke, but even more so when he kept quiet."
"The only regret she had about the whole relationship was that she probably couldn't listen to Lil' Wayne anymore. At least, not without crying."
"I've always wanted the whole population of the Earth to jump in unison. To make a sound that could be heard by anyone."
"For 3 seconds, her eyes said yes, which crushed him beyond belief, by the time the 4th second rolled around."
by Nik Brink
"The only regret she had about the whole relationship was that she probably couldn't listen to Lil' Wayne anymore. At least, not without crying."
"I've always wanted the whole population of the Earth to jump in unison. To make a sound that could be heard by anyone."
"For 3 seconds, her eyes said yes, which crushed him beyond belief, by the time the 4th second rolled around."
by Nik Brink
Sunday, July 11, 2010
A bunch of things to Ponder
A Punctuated Pronouncement
The semi-colon, fed up at being misunderstood, announced today that he was leaving his post. Grammar may count but it can't be counted on.
The Lost Generation
The lonely zombie relaxed as the television throbbed. Trying meant success or failure and there was too much baggage attached to both.
On Loyalty
The dog lay woefully in ash. He could still smell his master.
A Life Embraced
The young man was glamored by the glint of the guillotine. He embraced euphoria.
A Soldiers Ghost
White dust fell from the waking man's mouth. He stepped out of bed to greet the blender as an old friend.
The Bonds of Love
She sat on the bench looking across the park, her aged hand brushed the worn spot to her right. For the next half hour she was not alone.
To Deliver One From Evil
Tears fell off his cheeks as he dirtied his knees, everyone he loved surrounded him. He could only mutter one word: Atheist.
Phillies: An American Institution
Cherished for reality; Shattered by celebrity. Hopper Broke.
The Feline Perspective
Schrödinger's world is destroyed; Schrödinger's world is not destroyed
by M. Nardulli
The semi-colon, fed up at being misunderstood, announced today that he was leaving his post. Grammar may count but it can't be counted on.
The Lost Generation
The lonely zombie relaxed as the television throbbed. Trying meant success or failure and there was too much baggage attached to both.
On Loyalty
The dog lay woefully in ash. He could still smell his master.
A Life Embraced
The young man was glamored by the glint of the guillotine. He embraced euphoria.
A Soldiers Ghost
White dust fell from the waking man's mouth. He stepped out of bed to greet the blender as an old friend.
The Bonds of Love
She sat on the bench looking across the park, her aged hand brushed the worn spot to her right. For the next half hour she was not alone.
To Deliver One From Evil
Tears fell off his cheeks as he dirtied his knees, everyone he loved surrounded him. He could only mutter one word: Atheist.
Phillies: An American Institution
Cherished for reality; Shattered by celebrity. Hopper Broke.
The Feline Perspective
Schrödinger's world is destroyed; Schrödinger's world is not destroyed
by M. Nardulli
Thursday, July 1, 2010
In A Different World
"I assume everything in life. I end up living in a world different than everyone else; everything that I'm living for hasn't happened yet."
by Nik Brink
by Nik Brink
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Be Cooler Than All Your Friends...
....And submit to our magazine now!
Super Briefs is soliciting pieces for publication! Give us an itty bitty story that gets our gears moving and you could be one of the first published by Super Briefs.
Remember, short and sweet but still complete.
Go check our our submissions page for more info.
Super Briefs is soliciting pieces for publication! Give us an itty bitty story that gets our gears moving and you could be one of the first published by Super Briefs.
Remember, short and sweet but still complete.
Go check our our submissions page for more info.
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