jivan ward

[threads] Short Story Collection


A serial killer vlogs his exploits. A pensioner confesses in a product review. Users discuss the latest episode of a television drama. A picture holds the disturbing secret behind an ancient shrine.

There’s a story behind everything, and a thread that connects us to it.

“In this book the author has set himself the difficult task of re-casting the forms and vocabulary of internet culture into stylish literature, and he has succeeded.” –
5* review, Amazon User

“All the stories are gripping in different ways, the characters, the themes, the writing style, each made more interesting by the form it is delivered by: Videos, blog posts, product reviews est. with all their differences they are all totally believable and often forgot I was reading fictional stories.” – 5* review, Goodreads User

[threads] by Jivan Ward is a sparkling original short story collection focusing on stories and conversations uploaded onto the internet. These eighteen stories span genres, themes, and mediums. Delving into horror, philosophy, history, politics, romance, and the very nature of what it means to be a contemporary content consumer.

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[threads]: FrankieFurter659 (Part One): A Video

[Buzz cut, portly, forty-something, black and orange torn shirt, sits in a leather office chair, looking into the camera; he rubs his palms over his face; he groans; he grins; he picks up a beer bottle and drinks:] Hi guys. I’ve done something important today. Something I’ve felt like doing for a long time, and I mean, a long time. As some of you may know, I’ve been having trouble in the community for, like, wow, [he runs fingers through his beard] months now. It’s been a long shitty time. I don’t even know where to begin. (more…)

No Cygnet for Sleep: 13

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The Truth is the Myth

By Jivan Ward

I say, Suna? What about her?
Ané stand at my confusion. She pull door plain sight hidden in the wall. Open to spiral staircase like descent to hell and wind blow out say, Stay away. We down flights round and down round and chill, grab arm and no sound but echo of sole and stair steel then stair concrete and brick and gravel crunch. Ané smartphone light white beacon to unknown. Walls peek out wet and mould green strands down to floor and stairs plateau and long corridor lit by dim light. Green door: Warning High Voltage Danger of Death. She turn off smartphone light to rattle keys and rattle up and into the world above, a jingle for deadeye Patches. I imagine their saturate blue eye twinkle and…

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No Cygnet for Sleep: 11

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 No Escape From Eagle’s Lair

By Jivan Ward

Feel like ghost that haunt house now centenary as I walk through doors. Different. Just perspective change. I not wear those love goggles I wear fear and paranoia like second skin bumpy like bitten by thousand mosquitoes. Ané open door saw confusion start up smile to cold shoulder she invite me in and I stand to wait for sign of what to say or what to do. Small talk guise of radar phantom fingers feeling out feeling. She talk with intention cocooned – but what butterfly? Think I abandon without contact leave two month relationship in a murmur past. She swallow doubt and offer me seat at table to talk and eat and thankfully say, Beer or wine? I sit look down corridor and gallery of pictures look round…

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No Cygnet for Sleep: 9

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‘No Cygnet for Sleep’ contains strong language, sexual scenes, drug use, and gore.

For Your Eyes Only

By Jivan Ward

Her car like dingy second hand comedy car that burp the gases that’ll kill the trees. Early morning she text me. Good morning!, she say, Ready to lose your mind? She try be funny but disparaging look at Ané is some bitter-not-sweet perspective I have to/can’t see. We wait round corner there mist up the window she say, Someone might think we’re fucking, and giggle not sure why she laugh. Door shut we see Ané walk toward us heart jump up throat I sink in seat Suna laugh say, She won’t see us through our fuck-densation.

We two car behind feel like cop movie and I’m the newbie. Business district rear ugly head miles over horizon. We park before a dock entrance and their glass crowns loom over us by…

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No Cygnet for Sleep: 8

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‘No Cygnet for Sleep’ contains strong language, sexual scenes, drug use, and gore.


Cygnus Atratus

Black eyes at me say, I’m Suna.

She asked about Ané grab my arm and asked about Xana. Wonder she came on the bus. Wonder she’s follow me home. Look over shoulder after oyster card beep. She lean to bus stop smoking eyes smoking nods and winks at me. Door rubber lip squeak and bundle shut. Upstairs hold rail when bus jerk into traffic and turn to gallery of blue carpet seats half full and sit. She still there look up at me and drop butt on floor crush with black boot heel and wave walk away.

Sat-Nav-Android-Lady Say: Chiswick Police Station. But we’re nowhere near.

Black eyes not deviate. She stand in front I say, I-I’m not interested. Sigh she pull twenty deck from flannel shirt dress pocket bite to fag in teeth. Lighter…

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