In the aftermath of Dark City I’ve been trying to collect my senses and organize some of my files, in the course of which I’ve stumbled upon various items that I’ve put together and forgotten about. This here is an excerpt from something I wrote called ‘The School’; enjoy…or don’t. “The promise was somewhere in [...]
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The Promise
Posted in Fiction on November 22, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Insomnia and the Not-Quite-So-Cool
Posted in Fiction, Literature on November 7, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Seriously if it isn’t too much sleep then it’s none at all, perhaps there’s a relationship between the two there? (you don’t say) nonetheless being sat up at a quarter past four in the goddamn morning has allowed me at least some time to get on to the publishers and make some headway on preparing [...]
The Joy of Classical Studies
Posted in Fiction, Uncategorized, tagged Oh to be crucified by the Oxford Classics Society on December 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
As a classicist part of my job is speculating upon and re-interpreting literature and history so as to shed new light on old ideas, this also translates as stretching the truth as far as it will go without actually leaving the rails provided by the ‘facts’ In this spirit I have decided to rewrite Antigone in [...]
Sailing nightside, keeping it all together
Posted in Fiction on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Therein lies the answer, well its somewhere amongst all the glistening water and the ground up detrius of the millenia. I lean out and touch the horizon, it’s a lot colder than it looks because behind it is an infinite blackness which according to the secularised world is infinitely empty. Something in this uncertain head [...]
Lesser men and mountainsides
Posted in Fiction on April 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I only begin to notice that there is something amiss when I look out of the window and notice the ground is closer than it should be, I’m not all that perturbed which doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, I have not felt anything for several months now. There are a group of Americans to [...]
Catching the Red-Eye Across the South
Posted in Fiction on March 25, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The world today realised there was no reason to get out of bed and that most of them couldnt stomach their breakfasts, so they stayed in bed indefinately, there were those of us that tried but could not rest so I assumed the cockpit and after flicking switches and hearing the sounds of the engines [...]
Break(ing)
Posted in Fiction, Music, My Head on March 16, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I walked from the hospital My fresh bill of ill health Proof of the reason Why I should be alone Float to my car I remember a time You would have picked me up You would have made me feel Just made me feel Hoping that these pills Can help set me straight Cut out [...]
The dispossesed and how you cannot sell them a new car
Posted in Fiction on February 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
In between thoughtless, souless drone and self aware, soulful but equally unimpressive drone there lies a personality definition known only as Arnold, he’s his own particular type and yes whilst you could refer to him as a D1 market segment most likely to buy ready meals for one whilst saying ‘their not so bad’, you’d [...]
