I loved that and I'm still not quite sure why.
I think this is a definite return to form for you - not that the most recent lot have been bad, more that this is outstanding.
Literally four minutes' work. Character-based stuff like this comes pretty easily to me.
I envy you. All I can do is write scenes. But you. YOU! Id say damn you if I werent so in love with the way you bring characters of such incredible flavor to life (no pun intended). I wish I could tap into that kind of mindset you use when writing.
Just what I needed before hitting the sack today. You sir, are evil beyond redemption. And that is why we like you.
You are a very bad, bad man.
I am still trying to figure out why I now what a
Krispy Kreme doughnt and some toothpaste.
"his torso opened like curtains, his remaining ribs like windowframes on the vista of his internal organs"
I don't know whether I am more pleased by your style or by the concept of Falconer.
Three cheers for five-minute fiction!
Now that's a show I'd like to see get popular in usa.
I'm not sure which action was a professional courtesy to whom. It's always good when a story keeps you guessing after you're done reading it.
You may have just temporarily ruined my sex life.
Oh good, I'm not the only one.
Well there's only so many ways you can say "you're a bad, bad man" isn't there -- instead: nicely done.
That I read it just after eating my lunch and feel not the slightest bit nauseous is either a mark of pride or a sign of too little imagination, I'm not sure which.
Falconer, master of bodily secretions, dead cocks and decidely horrible smells. I could read his stories forever.
Absolutely brilliant. It's reasons like this you are the man.
Cigarette Of Victory indeed.
Frank Ironwine meets Ennis's Sex Detectives.
Ya know, I would never have thought to put a corpse's penis in my mouth to solve a case. Makes sense, if your tastebuds are that acute.
If i ever read a detective book, it would be this one.
It may just be the drinking, but I keep picturing Jack Klugman playing Falconer.
That was something that entertained me. Thank you for that!
This past weekend I told Robert Kirkman that he wrote my favorite fucked up comic. Lengthen this and get Derrick Robertson on it, and the title is yours.
I was really quite hungry up until a few minutes ago. Now I can't get the smell of an ex boyfriend's genitals out of my head.
Which is why you will always have a special place in my heart. Or my stomach. One of them.
Sah that was well worth the read. Keep it coming.
Love your dialogue and character bits.
I just kept giggling at this one.
And I might've been aroused. Damnit, Warren.
Don't let me read you late at night.
I want a tape of myself reading this. My eyes bulged out bit by bit, and my grin got wider and wider. I reached the end and laughed so hard that my keyboard is now full of mint-chip ice cream.
You are ingenious. But you know that. So, uh, keep up the good work.
You have got my attention away from my failed exams. I recently had a dream that involved a dinner of scrambled eggs and penises.
are we both lost to the world of the sane?
"I could shoot you and call it an accident, you know."
...line. Made me laugh my ass off. Now I have no ass.
I can only imagine the days and days of hands-on research that went into this
You get stranger and stranger and yet your writing keeps getting better, I fear the inevitable conclusion of this equation.
Fucking brilliant. But why is he called Falconer?
High frequency light waves scattering off gas particles in the atmosphere. That, or because it misses you.
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Are we going to have to provide you with 100+ pieces of funny/sick/strange to get each story out of you? (only asking so I can stock up on good stuff).
I needed that this morning.
Today will be a good day.
My dead babies got nothing on you.
Oh my god, I've killed my lips with a dead boy's cock."
"Get out," said the detective.
And that is why I love you.
I'm going to be giggling at that all night. And having to explain it to people.
Oh dear, this is so wrong and yet so right.
Amused that Falconer's quite happy to see this as an opportunity for extortion.
Oh, to see a Falconer story illustrated by S.Clay Wilson...
I ... I love you. Or something. I'm not sure what. It could be love. It could be a dead boy's penis. It's hard to tell, these days.