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Published: Aug. 31, 2011
Words: 3,560 (approximate)
Language: English
ISBN: 9781465774941
Description
a collection of micro-fiction by Chris Deal: more information can be found at www.kuboapress.wordpress.comTags
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Review by:
Miranda Koryluk
on Feb. 04, 2013 :
Two hours after finishing this strange collection of micro-fiction I still cannot really make up my mind if I have liked those stories or not. Guess so, but I cannot be certain. I am confused. Its interesting what you can do with 100 words (not *you*, Chris can obviously) but I also feel cheated. He introduces some great ideas - and then turns around... saying ´booh´. I would love to see more fleshed out stories, a novella maybe. See what this sucker can really do, not only teasing me.
The stories are apocalyptic, desperate with lots of solitude in them. They make one lonely in the dark. Despite their shortness those fragments of stories are scary. There is no protective fence around them. Nothing to hold on too.
If hell is other people, then what is heaven?
(review of free book)