4 ‘So what did you speak of?’ I asked. Later that day. ‘To my brother’s daughter, the future kingdom’s keeper?’ He asked. ‘Yes.’ I blushed. He smiled. ‘Do not answer me with such down-castness boy. ‘Did we speak of you?’ You must ask. And yes, we did so.’ ‘Then what did you say?’ Tell me! […]
November 7, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
A coach came, flourishing the dust from the ground. Our feet, and the horses hooves, had been too few enough to let our passing escape a dust-cloud’s notice. And the farmers here, surrounding, would never have paid that road much notice, not while the summer’s Sun, responsible for these dry-banks—where winter would make us a […]
November 2, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
They were all very silent, still, as Dalis eased himself back to the uncertain ground. He looked at them, tried to meet their faces. Though they would not meet him, one for one they would meet each other’s look. What would they say to that? Then quietly and from the back, one hand was held […]
October 23, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Later when I touch you to the wind, the sky picks up and I let you go softly from my hand. The early autumn surrounds me, trees still holding their leaves and trembling, pausing in the wind before they too, let their dead go. I never wanted you to go, and now I send your […]
October 18, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Now one last try! Here’s my attempt at a Neon Genesis style story–that is, a messed up re-working of Biblical themes, with maybe some odd pseudo-Freudian references. … yay! I think I’ve won! ~~~~~ Walking in from the North: Chronicles of Adam Kadamon He came walking in from the North; Adam Kadamon, man born of a fruit […]
October 10, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
All I really have to say, is that this piece took me… eight years to write (off and on) for my Honours degree at uni. Why did I think a creative disertation on orality versus literacy was a good idea?! ~~~~~ My Duet With An Artist You might say that Jacob is a paradox, an […]
October 8, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Ned watched as Agent Choinski awkwardly followed his own calm lead, taking a gulp of air before pulling the hood of her hazmat closed. He nodded to her, “you’re safe now,” he said roughly over the mic. He’d already felt the pinch in his own throat of cartilage fracturing in the gas. […]
October 4, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Yet another of my novels in a various state of drafting (1.5th in this case.) This one came from a simple decision to try and write a YA novel, and while I thought I’d gone off track a bit, I’ve been told it’s a great example of a problem novel. While my Mum won’t read […]
September 27, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Of course you’ve already seen some of this work, now I thought it’d be a good idea to set the scene of the whole novel. The Miracle has been with me a long time, when as a sixteen year old I decided to invent an eighty year old superhero as my ‘signature’ character. There were three […]
September 20, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
They were all browsing while they talked and Graham had edged away to the back of the store by himself. In his hands he had a browned, but clean-edged bound. He turned it in his hands, it was odd, but he felt no thrill in that. Bringing it to his nose… there was nothing, the […]
November 8, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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