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There are blowjobs on dusty beds in cramped basements and drunken butterflies on tipsy noses snorting steam from windows overlooking flooded car parks. Procrastination is the only thing I’ve ever done well. Putting off everything so I can do nothing. Cigarettes and coffee—under the clock in the kitchen eating tinned breakfasts with no nutritional value Read more
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She has a pink nose from the cold. Beneath a cherry blossom tree, she nibbles a slice of pizza. When the wind picks up, petals shower us like bubbles of thought. The petals are pink like the moon, like the lips she spreads when I ask her pretty please to let me see what she’s Read more
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In the tall grass next to the water tower by the train tracks belonging to a town that died decades ago, I trim my pubic hair with a pair of scissors shoplifted from Tesco. I do so to impress the girl who works in the pub behind the supermarket that contains my mind, body and Read more
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The sea itself is many miles away but close enough for her to hear it calling. On any other night, she would very much like to have paid it a visit, for the ocean had a way of making her feel small yet precious. In its presence, she was a mere grain of sand on Read more
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Having never been allowed to roam the outside world in her young life, there was so much of the town she lived in that Gretchen didn’t recognise. She certainly didn’t recognise it flying above the streets late at night with the wind and rain distorting her features as if they were made of plasticine. Squinting Read more
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With one half of her sat in the comfort of a toasty apartment clutching a melting chocolate cookie, the other is battling the elements as the wind and rain show no sign of diminishing. As they throw her about like a ragdoll, the Gretchen flying like Peter Pan grits her teeth and braves the elements Read more
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Sunday morning seeps into existence. Another hangover. Another new haircut. My tongue is swollen from too many shots of flaming Sambuca. The woman on TV reading the news has a chipped front tooth that’s kinda cute, but I can see straight through her. Dog Kaput. Much masturbation derived from stillborn pleasure. My liver is shrunk. Read more
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It’s rainy. Blustery. The roads we’ve known since we were kids are as wet as gravestones that will one day become our forever home. The leaves that fall on our drunken heads then slip and slide across our shoes, and the grass that hides on the horizon squeaks like frightened mice. When I move inside Read more
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With the rain lashing down against her limbs, she floats with her hands pressed against the window, calling to the girl inside the apartment. The girl doesn’t hear, however, and merely continues to sit before the glowing logs, tilting her head as if listening to some faraway sound. For a second, Gretchen is tempted to Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 