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No Salvation

Posted on February 6, 2014 by

Mr Smith rocked gently in his chair as a sudden gust blew through the dilapidated shop that was once Bob’s Lighting Emporium. He sat in darkness, a bible clutched in one bony hand, the foreclosure notice in the other. Thousands … Continue reading →

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Colin’s no dummy

Posted on November 21, 2013 by

Colin wasn’t cool. He worked in fashion doing window displays. Also, he didn’t have a girlfriend, which was why he was currently trying to chat up a voluptuous blonde at a singles night. He’d spent the day sorting old mannequins … Continue reading →

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Tales from a microscopic ocean

Posted on October 30, 2013 by

‘Awight?’ ‘Yeah, not so bad. You?’. ‘Tidy mate. Cauwt anyfink yet then?’ ‘Sod all. Twenny four years and nuffink. Not a sausage.’ They sat in silence for a bit. ‘Yer ‘at’s cracked. Did ya know?’. ‘Yeah. ‘bin that way years. … Continue reading →

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Long live rock

Posted on October 23, 2013 by

My dead Mom had always said that rock music was ‘The Devil’s own work’. At this point in time, she might have been right. We’d smashed some gear up after a bad gig, did some coke and Jack, tried fooling … Continue reading →

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Bleating like sheep

Posted on October 17, 2013 by

Damien watched from a corner of the gallery. Art critics poured over his latest ‘installation’ marvelling at his creativity and insight to the modern world. Camera’s flashed and reporters asked daft questions, spurred on by the furore of the moment. … Continue reading →

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Exit, stage left

Posted on October 10, 2013 by

The trio played their last encore, fuelled by the euphoria of the audience. The towering speaker stacks rumbled, moved the last gasps of vibrating air. Roadies appeared, boxes moved. People dispersed and rubbish was cleared. Over a few thousand years … Continue reading →

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Birds

Gideon lined up for a shot. ‘Dumb birds, I’ll teach them to mess on my car’. Feathers and meat exploded in a pink & grey cloud. ‘Yay! Got them, the bastards’. As he reloaded a voice squawked in his ear … Continue reading →

Aside | Posted on October 3, 2013 by | 8 Comments