Fiction & Poetry
Short Fiction: An Eye for an Eye
Posted March 18th, 2007 by editorIn the North of England, especially among miners, Aye Aye and its different intonations has subtle differences in meaning. For example Aye Aye in a moderate central tone like Aye Aye would be a question as to healthwise, answered by one Aye sort of forced which would sound like Aye (in mournful) which would mean Fair as can be, but for this occasion, the meaning was different for Tom, a miner and his marra or partner Charlie.
Short Fiction: Lungs
Posted March 17th, 2007 by Richard_Hillesley The history master was a gruff man, brow ridged with incredulity, chip-lipped and sardonic. His hair, clipped to a tuft, rode his head like a wave. His words were bare, crisp, and to the point.
- Educate thyself,
he wrote on the board, and turned his thin neck towards the class and looked at us sourly, silently, over the tops of his spectacles, not expecting a response, but demanding one anyway.
Haiku for the GPL
Posted March 17th, 2007 by Richard_HillesleyUsing GPL
Is encroaching on our right
To encroach on yours
Steal This Poem v1.2
Posted March 16th, 2007 by editorThis poem is copyleft.
You're free to distribute it and diffuse it,
re-write it and abuse it,
and use it.
For your own ends,
and with your own ending.
Short Fiction: The Bicycle Thieves
Posted March 16th, 2007 by Richard_HillesleyOne evening in October we were playing football in the back lane behind Mel Jamieson's house when Mel, trying for a header, jumped into the air and knocked the ball over the wall into Kowalski's back yard.
That was the first time we saw Kowalski. He had moved in during the previous spring. Mrs Paterson had told us about him, that he was odd, that he came and went during the night and that he was always gruff when she passed him in the street.
- He has a foreign accent,
she said, and that clinched it for us.
