Tag Archives: Creative Writing

Ich bin

Ich bin vierunddreißig Jahre alt. Ich bin Ausländer. Ich bin Arbeitsscheuer. Ich bin Amateur. Ich bin heiß und ich bin kalt. Ich bin hier und da. Ich bin Sozialist. Ich bin Kommunist. Ich bin Anarchist. Ich bin Antifa. Ich bin … Continue reading

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Three On The Wagon

The show was partially funded by Aware Drinking, so you knew it was going to be pants. Anything with that much of a social message to promote would always be on the wrong side of mediocre, and anyone who says … Continue reading

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Novice Novelist Struggles To Realise Ambitions

Endeavouring to describe the experience of an urban popular uprising from the perspective of its most cowardly participant, The 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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A Wake To Remember

The Great Lakes Storm of 1913 was a devastatingly lethal example of Mother Nature’s wrath. In November of that year, the event variously known as the ‘Big Blow’, the ‘Freshwater Fury’ and the ‘White Hurricane’ tore through the Great Lakes … Continue reading

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Concatenation

An irritating, and painful, habit of mine is the chewing away at the inside of my own mouth. Biting so hard that blood is regularly drawn. Chomping the flesh as if it were a legitimate snack. Disappointingly, I have absolutely … Continue reading

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The Devil Reincarnate

I can’t remember my first death. It was at least a thousand years ago though – of that I can be sure; vague recollections of Hastings occasionally come to mind, as well as the knowledge that as I took to … Continue reading

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Someone had to be first

How many days has it been since last I caught a fish? Long enough that I’m giving serious consideration to eating my own hair. Before I resort to that, there are a number of other…unsavoury options. Why has it come … Continue reading

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