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Interviewing Alan Moore

Working for the Northampton Herald & Post (the ‘HP’) is little different from working on any other local paper. Small ads, schools, hospitals, local councillors,  fun runs. People are generally nice. And you quickly learn to cope with the certain … Continue reading

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Draft – Green dream

Elias lay down and, turning some, finally settled in a middling comfortable resting pose: largely on his left hand side, elbow between his jaw and the earth, his knees tucked up tightly to his chest. And there he was. He … Continue reading

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Draft – Ogrin and the night

Day passed away. Its ocean of light and clear blues drained away once more, revealing the black mountain of the sky. Looking up, he could pick out dimly over there, as here, signs of people. Huddling from the darkness round … Continue reading

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“Toyshop and Pastrycooks” by J. Grimaldi

Sourced from http://www.clownbluey.co.uk/?page_id=164 HARLEQUIN and COLUMBINE run on as if pursued, knocks at PASTRYCOOKS. He comes forward and they request admittance. He entreats them to walk in. As they go in CLOWN runs on and sees them enter. Calls PANTALOON and … Continue reading

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Draft – Barren Man – Palaces

Elias (dreaming) awoke in a palace. The marble floors were smooth and hard. Polished. Cold like ice. He looked around. Flea-infested, ear-torn mongrel that he was, he had never been in a palace. Mute and dumb and wild and skittish, … Continue reading

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Draft – Barren Man – Shadows

A dream. Again. But this time the dream was here. In the desert. And now. Or not quite now. Eight hours hence, sixteen prior? Or possibly some days before. Some days after? The present time and season, but with the … Continue reading

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Draft – Barren Man – A question of hospitality

Churrum Hann Eedah Like knives in a box. Knives in a chest. Eedah’s eyes narrowed, darted over to his comrades. His eyebrows, thin and pointed, Kicking. Kicking. Lashing out and screaming. Squealing like a piglet.

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