Biography, of a man you don’t know, never will, in pictures // fiction

First published in Paraphilia Magazine Issue 12 (August 23rd 2011) //

First there was a thump with no screams, then an audible sagging like a paper bag deflating like a person sinking under the weight of his own bodily fluids like a fish drowning. Upstairs they were desperately trying to get dizzy from smoking flash burn cigarettes made almost entirely of gum paper save for an insufficient streak of tobacco that lit and disappeared into instant ash.

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The Exclamation Mark // fiction

First published on Metazen (October 4th 2011) //

‘I don’t understand why you’re so afraid of me!’

‘Look at you,’ he sneered, ‘You’re all up and down, too tall, so pointless.’ His voice began to get the better of him, his eyes too, filling up with anger. He checked himself and lay down his knife and fork, staring into the thing across from him: ‘And stop your damn shouting, breathing down on me. People can see us. You’re making a scene, you fool,’ Hermann said.

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Interior // fiction

First published on 50 to 1 (August 12th 2011) //

Interior by Declan Tan

As their flat planned to murder them with dust, he walked in, untied his shoelaces. She was standing there, eating a piece of fruit over the sink.

“It’s too juicy,” she said, the pear in her hand.

“It’s too juicy,” he said, mockingly.

“Fuck you.”

He kicked off his shoes.

The Man Who Stopped To Think // fiction

First published by MiPOesias Shorts Series (July 20th 2011) //

The Man Who Stopped To Think

‘So you wanna be a moff then, do ya?’
‘No. Not a moth, man. That’s not the point.’
‘Not a moff. Then what is it?’
‘I was just saying. This moth here. It doesn’t even want to be a moth, does it? Look at it.’
‘That’s obvious, innit. Wanted ta be a butterfly, din’t it?’
‘Yes, don’t think that’s how it works though. But anyway, that’s not the point.’
‘En’t it?’
‘No. Not the point at all. The point is that the moth…’
‘Don’t wanna be a moth…’
‘Right, forget it.’
‘… Wanted ta be a butterfly, innit?’
‘Forget it.’
‘I’m gonna have a cigarette. Couldn’t enjoy that first one. Gave me the wobbles.’ ‘Want one?’
‘I’m good, ta.’
‘Gave me the shits.’
‘Too hot for a cigarette. My face is all sweat.’

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Cumulo // fiction

First published with MiPOesias and available here in print //

She sat her bum down next to him; clad in black as the hanging nimbus overlooking their train, but not as wet. As she had waited for the sliding door to allow her through, her innocent face staid and glum, he eyed her slyly with suspicion, but without really looking, and resisting the urge to put his face directly onto hers. So with her now next to him and alien, he merely fidgeted, not knowing where now to position his arms, or how to hold the nothing in his hands, himself feeling quite the gangly-armed intruder. Either way and oblivious to his concerns, she did not notice, she only sat there and that was all.

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