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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,┬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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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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Not Quite Sanguine III

My head was pretty messed up after facing up to that freakish intruder, so after a night of fitful almost-sleep I gathered my belongings and set off. ‘Fuck this town’, that’s the condensed version of what was going through my … Continue reading

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Not Quite Sanguine II

Nothing happens the way you think it would. It wasn’t the local authorities or Feds who figured out my condition first – how could they? There’s no paper trail or scent to follow; a one-hundred proof immune human doesn’t leave … Continue reading

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Person of Interest

Caucasian. Pale skin. Blue eyes. Brown brush-like hair. Stubbled jaw. Lean figure. Horn-rimmed glasses. Often a hoodie, jeans and worn sneakers. Occasional black wristband and/or bracelet consisting of brown beads, invariably on right wrist. ********** “This it?” Lieutenant Sanders let … Continue reading

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Yaw

You would think that after such a long time at sea – coming up on forty odd years, I reckon – I’d have found my sea legs. No such luck. Don’t get me wrong fella, I love the ocean; splendor, … 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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Tasteless

It started innocuously enough. Just a slight pain on the tip of my tongue – I figured I’d inadvertently bitten it the night before, or accidentally rubbed it raw against my teeth. I had been drinking after all, and I … Continue reading

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Olympian bummer

Septimus. The seventh. Destined for greatness… Destined for grapeness more like! Ahem. By that I meant that I have a little problem with that addictive creation of Dionysus’ known as ‘wine’. It’s just so orgasmically delicious, alright? I don’t think … Continue reading

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Operation Rorret Ylliad

Ok. This it it. Once more into the breach, yadda yadda… Just keep your head, don’t draw attention, you’ll sail through. Keep your eyes open, stay alert, don’t let your guard down. No funny business, no schoolboy errors, no kid’s … Continue reading

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