Tag Archives: Creative Writing

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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Your Behaviour is Suspect

The line went dead. I quickly put the phone away and, with eyes closed, pinched the bridge of my nose. Shit. This was exactly what I had been afraid of – and, presumably, precisely what the authorities had intended. Picking … Continue reading

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Institutional

Asamoah loved school at that age – though that never stopped him from trying to kid his mama into letting him stay home once in a while! Once she had found his sleeping face so cute that she had been … Continue reading

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Warding off the usual Worries

I hate these bays. I feel so exposed. They are completely open – that’s sort of the point – and anyone can just wander past and look at all the inhabitants. No privacy at all. Combine that with the hourly … Continue reading

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Nostalgia for the Never-was

(Inspired by the work of Laurent Kronental, in particular this photograph) Dregs. Scum. Rabble. Undesirables. Canailles. Guillaume hated them all with a dour passion. His hatred had not made him become a gendarme, but it had kept him one through … Continue reading

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