The VI team of 2014 recently held their official launch night at Bella Union. Some of the fantastic, engaging writers chosen to feature in this year’s anthology read their pieces from VI #26 ‘Encounters’, those of whom included Oliver Mol and Will Cox. The night was a real success and the team are extremely grateful to all who attended and purchased a book!
Oliver Mol is the managing editor of The Adventure Handbook. His debut book Lion Attack! will be out through Scribe Publications early 2015.
Will Cox writes fiction of the absurd and nonfiction of the mundane in places like The Lifted Brow, Broadsheet, The Big Issue, Verge and Catalyst. He’s also edited for Penguin Books and Visible Ink, and does a bit of everything at precocious publishing start-up Casuals Network Press.
~ Here an some excerpts from Oliver and Will’s memorable pieces. ~
Heh, Heh! by Oliver Mol
I followed lots of signs with arrows that kept promising Gate 81. I thought: Gate 81. That’s me. I didn’t have to walk much though, because of all the travelators. I liked walking on the travelators because I felt improved. But I had to stop behind a heavy couple because they were blocking the path. This guy kept dabbing his face with his shirt and saying, ‘God, it’s hot.’ Kept saying, ‘It’s hot, right?’ The lady said yeah, no, I don’t know.’ He was holding a Coke and he looked at the Coke and said, ‘Look, even the Coke’s sweating.’ The lady snatched the Coke and said, ‘The Coke’s cold, dumbass.’ When we got off the travelator I tried to go around them but I tripped on my shoelace and fell a little. I knelt down and tied my shoelace. When I looked up the heavy couple were already on the next travelator. I decided not to take the travelator, because the travelator seemed stupid and so did the people on it.
At my gate there was a sign that said my flight had been delayed. I sat for a while on this bench listening to airport noises. Watching planes take off and land. Next to me these two girls were sort of yelling at each other about who had the better headphones. One of the girl’s kept saying, ‘Naa girl, naa.’ The ‘Naa girl, naa’ bit kept reminding me of this one song that maybe goes ‘Na na na naaa, Na na na naaa, Hey, Hey, Hey, Goodbyeeeeee’ so I hummed that tune to myself for a while. Hummed it pretty good. Yeah. Pretty loud. Sort of wanted to hum it to everyone.
And if you want you can try it right now.
It’s pretty hard to think about anything else when you’re doing it.
Quicksand by Will Cox
I thought instead about telling him the thing about how I’d been staring out the window in a tutorial and seen a bird collide with an empty plastic bag and tumble from the sky, and how that’s what it was like watching him live his life every day, but I didn’t because it sounded absurd even before it left my mouth.
That was when the screech of the tyres jolted me out of my internal monologue. We were coming round one of the sharper of the hairpin corners when the Camry’s tyres lost traction and the car slid straight across the ice. I pressed my feet hard against the floor of the car and gripped the dashboard tight with both hands, like I was trying to hold it all in place. It was over in a second. The Camry shuddered to a halt with a short, grinding crunch.
‘Shit shit fuck!’ Tom shouted as he punched the steering wheel, the horn comically censoring his language.
For the longest time we just sat there, me with my hands over my eyes. After a moment I craned my neck and saw that we’d slid into a tree just off the road. Beyond the tree was a steep incline. The back driver’s side window was cracked, and there was a thin line of water trickling in. I pulled my hood up, unclicked my seatbelt and sat there, planning the moments ahead, before opening the door.
Excerpts taken from the current edition of Visible Ink ‘VI #26, 2014 ‘Encounters’
If you couldn’t make it to the launch, don’t stress! You can buy ‘Encounters’ from our Buy Page and select bookstores in the near future!