Tag Archives: Bad Writing

Novice Novelist Struggles To Realise Ambitions

Endeavouring to describe the experience of an urban popular uprising from the perspective of its most cowardly participant,┬áThe Yellowest Red succeeds in capturing the emotional turmoil of its terrified protagonist. Adil Patel, an apprentice baker in the employ of a … Continue reading

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Social Minefield

Conversation is a test. Always. An exam which you can fail at any moment. The key, I find, is to get into the mindset of not really giving a shit about any of the stuff you say; just fling every … Continue reading

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Heirloom

Dear Great-Grandchild, First things first; I very much doubt that you exist. All that you’ve known is existence, so that doubtless sounds weird. What I mean is, my whole life always appeared to me to be destined to result in … Continue reading

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What His Desk Thinks About At Night

He and his missus have lived in this room over a year, and he still hasn’t cleaned me. Just dumps all his crap on my head, like I’m some sort of shelf. Hey, bozo, I’m here to be worked on! … Continue reading

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With Apologies to Saul Williams…

…and all rappers and, indeed, all People of Colour. I only wrote this as it was prompted by an entry in a book my partner gave to me for Christmas, a book called ‘642 Things To Write About’: “Write the … Continue reading

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Ode to a Tomato

Is it a vegetable, is it a fruit? Fried and green it fits for our film shoot! It sure ain’t sweet, that much is clear; If you had it for dessert, others would sneer. You can eat it with burgers, … Continue reading

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Dublin, 2115 C.E.

A fair city, if you’re fairly well-off. There is no air. Everyone is melting. Masses of workers commute from Galway, Cork, Limerick and Waterford to feed the voracious Capital. Not just a Capital city, but a hyper-city. Food banks either … Continue reading

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