GUEST POST // Sankara by Gaiyaiobi Xzandis-Zaevan

Sankara parks her car in front of the house of Jewel Williamson. He is one of the most notorious criminals in recent history. In Sanctuary County, his criminal mastery is legendary. He has taken many other crime houses down to become the kingpin, but has managed to aggregate those houses with his own, by properly rewarding his former enemies and their crew.

Now he is a target. Jewel knows the people are in favor of dismantling his organization. He is paranoid about being assassinated or imprisoned. Taking all necessary precautions with security detail; cameras, guards, weapons, and law enforcement pay-offs. Jewel is extremely guarded with his hormonal explosions; in other words he does not even rest his suspicions for pretty women and his urges to have sex with them.

Sankara piquing his interest has been a surprise to many of his close associates. She has been in his life for a whopping six months this evening and things are going strong. She could be the one; the one to capture his heart, and the one to take his life.

She is the perfect assassin because she is unsuspecting. She is not classically beautiful, full-figured, and is personable but coy. With her afro and casual style of dress, Sankara is seen as just another girl from around the way. Jewel’s enemies are hoping she will be able to disarm him enough to damage his empire and at best kill him.

Tonight Sankara has been ordered to kill him, but she is feeling conflicted. Besides building his wealth through illegal business and political loopholes, she has no concrete reason to despise him and kill him in cold blood. He is sending underprivileged children to school, buying every child an I-pad, protecting women from being raped, pays cops extra income to ensure that neighborhoods were safe at wee hours for working mothers coming home during those times, and providing investment capital to local upstart businesses. Except for having a slight temper in a business dealing gone haywire, she hasn’t seen evidence of him being the evil person the national law enforcement agencies or his local enemies has painted him to be.

A gentleman with that street SWAG he possesses has her impressed. He stands in the doorway and welcomes her into his bachelor pad, which is everything she expects from a single man; simple and plain furnishings. She smiles. “You know for a wealthy man you have terrible decorating skills,” she says with a grin.

“Well maybe it’s time I find a beautiful lady like yourself to make it complete, ya know? With all the necessary stylish décor and whatnot.”

“Perhaps.”

“I think it’s about time I start to focus on retiring from this crazy racket and leave a successor to handle things from here. What you think baby girl?”

“That sounds great. What you plan to do in retirement?”

“Relax. I don’t know. Go see something different in the world. Maybe spend the rest of my days with you.”

Her heart rate begins to accelerate. Her thoughts begin to spin in a chaotic orbit. “That sounds inviting,” she finally lets the words escape from her.

“We should toast to our future together baby,” he says as he goes to grab a bottle of expensive wine he had imported from Argentina.

“Yes we should,” she says with a smile.

He pops the cork and pours the wine into two decorative wine glasses. “Wow. Nice glasses. Okay so there is some hope for you and achieving style,” she says with a smile.

Jewel offers a shy grin and hands her the glass of wine. He places the glass to his lips but doesn’t sip. He watches her take a couple sips then set the glass on the nearest table. It only takes a minute before she begins to feel queasy and falls onto the sofa. Sankara cannot speak. She struggles as Jewel steps to her.

“Amazing what a little succinylcholine can do, huh? I’m sorry Sankara,” Jewel says, “I hate to see this happen to you. I hate to have to do this to you. I really did like you, but in this savage jungle no one can be trusted. I knew you were working for the Feds and Kayo. He’s really got it in for me, huh? So I will send your body to him with the message.”

As she draws her final breath, Jewel says aloud, “The message: the war is back on Kayo.”

by GAIYAIOBI XZANDIS-ZAEVAN
© All rights reserved 2016

Six Word Stories Omnibus: Volume Two

Oh, how we crave delicious tales;
bite sized snacks of literary nutriment!
Six word stories are gobsmackingly fun.
We love to eat your efforts.
Won’t you treat us some more?
(The ghost of Hemingway compels you!)

Story 1:
I’d love to try as well.
by Geetalima

Story 2:
“I see you,” he said, smiling.
by Introspectiveinformation

Story 3:
The knight swung; the robber fell.
by Rawle Nyanzi

Story 4:
The computer crashed. All was lost.
by Grandmapeachy

Story 5:
Fingers trailing, leaving promises of return.
Story 6:
Libraries are bigger on the inside.
Story 7:
Sink your teeth in these wor(l)ds.
Story 8:
I only imagine our cheeks grazing.
by Beezuz

Story 9:
“Wait!” he screamed. “She’s still breathing!”
by Potentiallypublished

Story 10:
Online we practice being one person.
by Davekingsbury

Story 11:
No stories. Too bad, rent’s due.
by Strickletonyahoocouk

Story 12:
I really like blogger number 5.
by Xeno

Story 13:
Figures, red was never his colour.
by Alixa

Story 14:
I am completely nothing without myself.
by Amoderndivinecomedy

Story 15:
These short lines are incredibly tantalising.
by Miriam

Story 16:
In the silence she lives, freely.
by Tiffanybeingfree

Story 17:
Changed mind; your loss, my freedom.
Story 18:
He wished he’d kissed them goodbye.
Story 19:
Polka partner required. Inquire after trial.
by Nananoyz

Story 20:
This is a great volume one.
by Jessie Martinovic

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

GUEST POST // when I’m seventy by listentothebabe

how many tattoos
before I’ve said all
I need to say about me?
etched into my skin
definitions I don’t want
to forget.
when I’m seventy I won’t regret
having been inked,
even if wrinkled and faded,
they’re lost in the folds.
I’ll pull my skin tight
and there
I am.
I won’t ever be lost to myself.

by LISTENTOTHEBABE
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // A green ear somewhere in there… by M. Spahr

Appreciate appreciation
have you ever
found frogs lazily
leaping under faux moon
beams of gratitude
they’ll croak their duress
just the same

You have to listen closely
without touching
you have to find one alone
without having

It knows soon better than you or I do
A creature of pure motion
something that knows how to
appreciate appreciation

by M. SPAHR 
© All rights reserved 2016

Six Word Stories Omnibus: Volume One

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

We think Mr. Hemingway may have been onto something with this six word story thing. They’re certainly a lot of fun to write, but perhaps it’s something he didn’t give a damn about beyond a means to make some quick cash off of his drinking chums. Those black market livers don’t pay for themselves!

However the six word story came about is possibly academic by this point. Perhaps the real point is to simply have fun with it. It’s an extreme version of flash fiction that many people seem to enjoy. Is it because we’re living in an ADD world? Or can meaning, and indeed entire tales, truly be conveyed in such micro-sized blips of verbiage?

Dear readers, we at Unbolt have been heartened by your enthusiastic response to our virgin attempts at composing our own six word stories. So, it’s without further ado that we introduce to you 17 true six word stories from yourselves, our loyal and talented fans!

We love you. Truly, we do. We don’t care about the colour of your skin or what religion you follow. There are more important things than being white, black, transparent or blue, and more important than dome shaped buildings, neon crosses and whether or not you know what Pascha is. (Is it a Slavic Easter or a brothel in Germany?) And even if you don’t celebrate your birthday, fuck it all! We love you, our dearest Readers!

Not for sale: 17 worn lives.

Story 1:
Is there a void or expectation?
by Sheldon

Story 2:
“I love you” starts being machine-like.
by What Is A Name After All?

Story 3:
That we always try to fill.
by Ink Blot

Story 4:
I didn’t get it at first.
by Bridget the Ladybug

Story 5:
This is so creative! You’re brilliant!
by Carisa Adrienne

Story 6:
A brand new day started yesterday.
Story 7:
And now today it starts again.
by Yradmo

Story 8:
Might have magically changed my life.
by Azul Zaffre

Story 9:
True love will always call back.
by Lord Walt

Story 10:
And it’s always good to enjoy.
by Tent Ninja

Story 11:
When love is shared, it grows.
Story 12:
Family is what you make it.
Story 13:
To love with truth is honour.
Story 14:
Honesty is more important than religion.
Story 15:
When the phone rings she dies.
Story 16:
Love to you both, my darlings!
by Madam Marmoset

Story 17:
And the blood just kept coming.
by The Grimoire of Keto

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016