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gr-sf: May 2010
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Monday, 31 May 2010. Looking at the devastation in front of him Craig's first thought is that the council is going to be very unhappy with him. He scratches his head with a belch caused by an entirely inappropriate breakfast of chicken kebab in pitta from a street vendor whose exact location was probably the pool of bubbling plastic next to the charred lump of rock. The helicopter drops noisily into view, blowing dust into his face. He feels the sparkle of radioactivity against his skin. The door...I sho...
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gr-sf: sword
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Sunday, 5 December 2010. R's angular face is made of lines that are not quite cohesive. A disruption introduced by a slight imbalance across the eyes and cheeks, a sharp nose that does not quite follow the vertical. His irregular lips are tight with a tension he otherwise hides. He exhales, closing his eyes, the long, white hair that curves over one side of his face twitches. The crowd is silent. Watching. Shock quickly turns to anger. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe in a reader.
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gr-sf: Planetside
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Saturday, 14 May 2011. Planetside. Feeling slightly sick. Freya shudders under the grey sky. Damp air seeping through clothing designed for regulated atmosphere. She cannot help looking up, but it increases the need for her to vomit. The rows of tiny graveboxes stretches around her but she sees only the one in front of her, etched with tiny writing that draws water into its cracks making it deeper, darker. The name of Freya's sister. A date from five years ago. I didn't really believe you'd outlive me...
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gr-sf: September 2010
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Wednesday, 29 September 2010. Rachel stepped off the transport shuttle at the stop at the end of her drive, grunting a weary pleasantry to the shuttle operator as she stumbled down the high steps. Her travel bag was grey with grit, wrinkled with the accumulated hours of time shoved into narrow baggage apertures, precious space. She didn’t know if she had ever felt this tired before in her life. So coming home had been the only thing that made things worthwhile. Until the last couple of times. Rachel̵...
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gr-sf: Driving on the M62 Towards Leeds
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Sunday, 28 November 2010. Driving on the M62 Towards Leeds. THE quiet drone of the car along motorway. Heading into darkness, falling sun in the mirror. My head hurts. Overhead a group of gulls caught in the last of the light, fluorescence of white over indigo. A singer's voice over the radio, fractured, broken. I drive without purpose. THe lanes are quiet. Someone overtakes me. The cold eats in from the outside. The heater doesn't seem capable of taking it away. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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gr-sf: November 2010
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Tuesday, 30 November 2010. Sunday, 28 November 2010. Driving on the M62 Towards Leeds. THE quiet drone of the car along motorway. Heading into darkness, falling sun in the mirror. My head hurts. Overhead a group of gulls caught in the last of the light, fluorescence of white over indigo. A singer's voice over the radio, fractured, broken. I drive without purpose. THe lanes are quiet. Someone overtakes me. The cold eats in from the outside. The heater doesn't seem capable of taking it away. The media arri...
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gr-sf: February 2010
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Sunday, 28 February 2010. Chewed up and spat out. Kowalski and I both launch ourselves at the guards, drawing our guns, but we are too slow to get off a shot and, deafened by the sound of shots, we fall. The pain and blood mix into my senses into a single flailing cry of annoyance. Not only did we not get anything, he also knows we are here. He's going to find the bloody camera and know it was us.". Monday, 22 February 2010. Away in the distance, littered casually on the far horizon, land promised a new ...
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gr-sf: Diving
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Sunday, 12 December 2010. Silence apart from the muffled sound of his own movement. Xu twists to look up. Sunlight plays on the blue surface overhead. He floats, a gentle kick keeping his momentum with the rest of the group. He checks his watch. Lets air out from the BCD, sinks with a pressure that requires him to equalise. Links his arms back under his chest. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Om mani padme hum om mani padme hum om mani padme hum om mani padme hum. Subscribe in a reader.
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gr-sf: October 2010
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Wednesday, 27 October 2010. Droplets of sweat coursed stubbornly down Den’s flushed face. A feeble arm rose to wipe away the salty moisture. 8216;It’s hot.’ He moaned. Den’s companion turned to him with a look of undisguised scorn. ‘We’re in a desert. What did you expect? Around them the sand dunes, multi-hued in the late afternoon sun, stretched out as far as the eye could see. Like solid waves frozen in mid-peak. Like an infinite barrier between them and their city destination. The going was tough; the...
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adventures with my beard: August 2008
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Adventures with my beard. Random ramblings of a bearded man. Sunday, August 31, 2008. The Healing Power of Curry. Http:/ www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A581311. Need I say more? Links to this post. Tuesday, August 26, 2008. EDIT: That article was by a "lew knee" I don't know if it was ever meant to be on George Monbiot's respected site. Google saw it. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Healing Power of Curry. Huddersfield, United Kingdom. View my complete profile.
