Last Day of Summer | A Short Story by Gareth Hill

Last Day of Summer | A Short Story by Gareth Hill

Short Fiction from Gareth Hill They’d left England at the start of July, new lovers on a whim of post-graduate liberation. Ten weeks ago, 29 states ago. It felt longer but not long enough. “Dialogue moves this story, and there is enough mystery to keep you hooked.” “I...

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An example of simple genius | from Don Delillo

An example of simple genius | from Don Delillo

"It was the rooftop summer, drinks or dinner, a wedged garden with a wrought iron table that's spored along its curved legs with oxide blight, and maybe those are old French roses climbing the chimney pot, a color called maiden's blush, or a long terrace with a slate...

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THE NOVELS OF JAY MCINERNEY

THE NOVELS OF JAY MCINERNEY

Fiction The Novels of Jay McInerney It's 6am DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE? It’s the question asked of the unnamed central character in Jay McInerney’s seminal debut novel ‘Bright Lights, Big City.’ Since Bright Lights release in 1984 McInerney has released a further six...

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The Gruffalo and Other Stories

The Gruffalo and Other Stories

And so begins the Gruffalo, the tale of a small mouse, living on his quick wits and guile to avoid being the main course for some of the more predatory elements of the forest, not least the mysterious Gruffalo himself, with his ‘terrible tusks and terrible claws and...

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Review of Moon Palace by Paul Auster

Review of Moon Palace by Paul Auster

There is something in the way in which Paul Auster writes that stays with me for days afterwards. It lingers in thought, a nagging urge to better understand the prose; that no matter how deeply you feel about the story, there’s another layer unfound, asking to be...

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Pros and Not-so-Pros

Pros and Not-so-Pros

Pro-choice If you want frosties instead of cornflakes who am I to stop you. Anti-biotics Maybe not too pc but I have a real predjudice against biotics. For that matter I hate histamines as well. Anti-Clockwise It's clockwise or nothing as far as I'm concerned Prologue...

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We Learn to Grieve

The first sensation, vague dismay. Too young, too young to die. At home, alone, that Sunday morn, Too numb, too numb to cry.   Crowded pub in nights to follow Anaesthetised with beer, Angered by people’s public sobs While I could shed no tear.   Past tense and parrot...

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Party Like It’s 1999 (Again)

Party Like It’s 1999 (Again)

Hard to believe it's really 15 years since that, somewhat memorable, Wales v England match at Wembley. Anyway, I was a-hunting through some old boxes in the garage a few days ago and happened upon this little ditty below, penned a few days after the intoxicating...

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And now, some limericks

And now, some limericks

There is a very specific reason for writing limericks on my blog tonight. But it's a secret (besides, I like limericks). A monkey called Mick from Mauritius Considered bananas delicious Whilst he liked sugar cane It gave him a pain And upset his tum something vicious...

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Dai’s Dead Now

Dai’s Dead Now

Dai’s dead now He wasn’t very old He caught the dreaded lurgy He thought it was a cold People cried and mourned him A popular fellow was Dai Dai thought this was brilliant As he looked down from the sky Because Dai went up to heaven He was greeted at the gate St Peter...

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The Boy Without Shoes

The Boy Without Shoes

Tied together they dangle from the phone line which stretches between the rows of terraced houses. Small shoes, black shoes – scuffed toes and well worn soles. They sway gently on the breeze, an odd hanging ornament over the quiet road, the parked cars. Along the...

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What’s the Meaning of Liff?

What’s the Meaning of Liff?

And no, it's not 42. Did you ever feel that the world needed a word for that bead of sweat which runs down your bottom cleavage? Neither did I. Luckily for the rest of us, two men did feel that particular need. Indeed, they felt the need to appoint words to a whole...

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Gareth J Hill.

Gareth J Hill.

Trying to figure out the world, as he seems to have lost the instructions All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a...

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7 of the Daftest Things You Can Buy on Fiverr.

7 of the Daftest Things You Can Buy on Fiverr.

Are You Desperately Seeking An Impersonation of Tony Soprano? Fiverr bills itself as the World's Largest Marketplace for Services starting at $5. And, it probably is. For the uninitiated Fiverr is basically a website where people can sell their services for, well, for...

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On the Value and Reward of Content Writing

I’ve been a bit quiet on the blog front of late. In fact, taking a quick glance at the calendar I notice that more than a month has passed since I put finger to keyboard for the purposes of this little portion of the webosphere. Not that I’ve been idle in this period...

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Review – The Sisters Brothers by Patrick De Witt

Review – The Sisters Brothers by Patrick De Witt

Eli and Charlie Sisters are brothers, co-workers and notorious killers. Hired guns sent on a job to track down and murder the wonderfully named Hermann Kermit Warm, accused of stealing from the mysterious, powerful and sinister boss-man known only as The Commodore....

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Reflections Through A Window

Reflections Through A Window

Hill looked out the window, saw the day leaking away. Not much colour around today; dark blues and grey, some muddy brown. Lots of water though. Rain that swept in on a breeze, trying its best to become a gust, maybe a gale. Hill wasn’t a fan of this kind of weather;...

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To Be or To Do? That is the Question

What do you want to be when you grow up? The question asked by adults to children. Interesting question really. What do you want to BE? Not, what do you want to DO? I was asked this a lot I seem to recall as a child. Each time I would mull it over, the possibilities...

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On Being Published (July 2011)

I received the email in February. The day was cold and damp and had started badly. En route to Bristol for an appointment with work I felt the distinctive, stomach hollowing wobble and pull on the steering wheel of my car that indicates trouble of the tyre variety. A...

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A Writer, Writing

A Writer, Writing

It's all about the productivity. That's what they used to say back in the dark old days of sales repping. It was a good job if you liked that sort thing. But they were right, those sales managers. It is all about the productivity. And being productive can often be the...

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