Wednesday, December 07, 2016

Dead Girls excerpt

Try the Leafy Salad

“Gee.” Chloe started through the windshield at the frontage of what used to be Northern's Chip and Fishy. “What price, progress?”

It looks nice, Clo.” Shawna unclipped her seatbelt and smoothed the creases out of her skirt. “Clean, anyway.”

Upmarket rubbish.”Chloe pulled her key from the ignition. “I mean, anything called the Magic Faraway Tree has got to be a vegan restaurant. Last time I was here you could get steak and kidney pie and chips, a can of Tizer and a deep fried Mars bar and still have change for a fiver. I bet a glass of tap water costs more than that in here.”

So what? It's been a long drive and I'm tired and hungry. At least with vegan food wou're not coing to fall prey to salmonella. Come on. There's bound to be something on the menu you'll eat.”

Probably the beer stains on the menu.” Chloe cracked open the door and climbed out of the car. “Mind you, I bet even those are speciality ales brewed in a plastic bag and filtered over coffee grounds”

No, they're not licences, look.” Shawna pointed to an enamel sign. “Seems popular though. It's busy for a lunchtime.”

I'll say.” Chloe caught a whiff of something from the kitchen. A smell she associated more with smoking than cooking. She smiled and put her arm around her girlfriend's waist. “I think I'll try the brownies first.”

Saturday, December 03, 2016

short forms 3rd December 2016

starting
in the middle
the death of her brother
from her selfishness over her
mum's change


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radial wires
from a telegraph pole
seven solitary sparrows


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endless emails
from a woman who wants to buy
my old mandolin
The day she's due to buy it
"Sorry, found another one"


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literary fiction
makes me wish
I was a better writer

The Chloe book
will get another rewrite
a more serious note

"try to be more descriptive, bitch"


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She tries to be better. Fails.

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Friday, December 02, 2016

short forms 2nd December 2016

novel
ends in collapse
I don't want to write it
I'd rather write literary
stories


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grey morning
a crow checks a chip wrapper
a knot of sparrows


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number 2A bus
trundles past the house
misted windows
at the bus stop opposite
a truanting child


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unpublished
my better novels
modern issues

a post Brexit world
where a woman is persecuted
for her tiny penis

No funding for transfolk


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Watery blue eyes. She looks old.

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Thursday, December 01, 2016

short forms 1st December 2016

her dad
has a secret
he can't tell anyone
not even his daughter, the fruit
of love


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silvered
beautiful frost-bitten clouds
obscured by rain


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Larry
transpecies boi
mounted on the toilet wall
s/he still holds hir doll
for intimate inspection


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wanted
new plot twist for Chloe
There's something at the back of my mind
tickling, tickling
her parents were siblings
immigration fraud
Incest


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my terror over hurting someone else

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