Cherrypicked stories
End of days 3
Mr McKenzie was the first person I killed.
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The drunken ramblings of a bearded man
Staggered walk and squint vision it was clear he was at the point of no recolition, heavy smell of rum on his breath and his teeth stained brown, and as he turned round he mumbled,
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Just Like Dostoyevsky
Sylvia Mandelstam tells people what a wonderful time she had at the Russian literary symposium in Moscow. Unfortunately, the trip was an unmitigated fiasco not unlike her personal life.
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Why I'm angry
It isn't the fact that she was rude, It isn't the detention that she missed, Or the list of obscenities she's hurled at other students,
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The Critical Sell-By Date
When I wake up and my back’s itching in the place I can’t get at, I might think of the times when I had a girlfriend to scratch it for me. ‘Up a bit, down a bit. That’s it!’
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Abeyance.
Sitting in abeyance. My life on perpetual hold; the cold air forcing me to hunch up for warmth. Another cigarette... I fondle the packet lovingly, opening and closing the lid,
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Shoelaces
She said she wanted someone’s shoelaces and everyone laughed. It was hot by the pool and everyone was drunk.
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That’s what August is
Harmony came into the kitchen wearing a white vest top and nothing else, singing something about Billy Joe Macalister jumping off a bridge. You’re chirpy, I said.
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THE FLOOD, AND THE ANCIENT THAI MONK
About 4 years ago, I was caught in a flood in southern Thailand with 100s of Thai kids, dozens of Thai teachers, and 2 young white teachers like myself rain, rain, and rain
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The Dichotomy of Dissent
The European scheme that shit ain't me; They rape our lands and feed us poetry.
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Chapter 1A
Chapter 1: Sex and Death Maybe it's the faintest of premonitions, this little tingle of superstitious guilt as I say to myself 'I feel immortal'...
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An Ode to Academia
Writing is not mathematics
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Life ...
I wake up. I wearily wash my face in luke warm resignation. As I look around this wretched room, it makes me wonder how on earth I have ended up here.
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Reflection.
This is my special day. I’ve planned it for ever, and a bit more. An early start. I want to depart, before the house awakes. I look down at the water. It swirls and dances,
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slag monkey
The station guard was standing under a billboard in which a blonde model in a white bikini sipped a cocktail through a straw.
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People Staring At Walls
Slopout Puddleduck first became a so-called celebrity through the C4 ‘Reality’ programme, 'People Staring At Walls', where ordinary members of the public are filmed 24 hours a day sharing a house
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Under The Stairs.
I open the cupboard under the stairs, fetching my bag from its hiding place. It waits, So patiently, for me to name the day; the day I leave for good, and today, is that day.
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