Archive - Bill Bradbury's fiction

The squishy globule hop hop rolled for an hour (it had no concept of an hour) across the red desert to think. The hop roll was a ritual, although the…

Mar 29, 2024

February 2024

“You best get scramblin if’n you want to ring that bell afore times up!” Skrimshaw spat a wet slick of chaw into the scorched sand, which sucked all…

Feb 11, 2024 •

December 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Failed Xmas Epilogue

Holly was gripping a gingerbread man cookie by its arms. A protruding belly kept her from the other potential targets of her wrath by about a foot. The…

Dec 15, 2023 •

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: CUTTING ROOM FLOOR

The talk show piece

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October 2023

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September 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 43: Mostly apologies

A sonorous hum filled the air like a thousand monks chanting in unison under a needy, crimson sky.

Sep 29, 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 42, Part 3: The old man fell

No one will ever believe this. The trees said we should leave a written record though.

Sep 22, 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 42, Part 2: The old man fell

The GTO devoured the winding road skirted with trees, a hint of breeze whistling through a crack between rubber and window pane. The steady beat of the…

Sep 15, 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 42, Part 1: The old man fell

But mission number one, the one you need to prioritize, is looking out for you. I ain’t never gonna stop a person whose takin care of their own…

Sep 8, 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 41, Part 2: Only hard feelings

A mirrored disco ball came into view from the top of the screen, reflecting his exuberance in its hundreds of tiny panes.

Sep 1, 2023

August 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 41, Part 1: Only hard feelings

Although he’d stopped shivering from the cold air, he began to tremble. He’d run. He was alone. And, he knew they’d try to find him.

Aug 25, 2023

Song of the Red-Legged Birds: Chapter 40: I love that dirty water

"I want a goddamn miracle. I want a buzzer-beater, a Hail Mary, a grand slam with two outs in the ninth, pick your shitty sports metaphor!”

Aug 18, 2023

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