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At the time of writing I am seventeen years of age. In four days I shall be eighteen. When I am eighteen I will be old enough to sign my life away to the British armed forces. I will be old enough to fight, kill and die for whatever flimsy moral my country has chosen to hang its hat from. I won’t though. Instead, I shall take a career in literary fiction. Everything I write will be liberal rubbish. Every volume shall contain an argument against war, persecution, and the misinterpretatio...
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Roger had a short life. He was mildly loved and he will be missed slightly. He died aged 33 in a car crash with his wife. She did not die, she is in a coma. They had no children. They liked each other enough to get married. Roger was an average man. He had never scored high grades at school, his personality wasn’t particularly interesting and he wore socks with sandals. When he died something remarkable was discovered. He was the messiah. This was discovered purely by accident, when two...
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There I am. At the end of a lazy Sunday, my sister and I are sat perfectly contentedly watching the absurdly brilliant science-fiction film Serenity. We enjoy the film, although at it’s conclusion we both agree that the source material, a cancelled programme named Firefly, was better. We’re nerds, nothing wrong with that. She leaves my room to go to bed. I lie there for a few minutes before walking over to my laptop. It’s about two years old and takes a while to turn on. Ev...
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A patch of glazed red hangs potently from you; Covered as it may be, it is there. Raw as the son. It means something, what He cannot discern; But in rawness He is versed. That alone could kill: beating heart, And mind, and soul reduced to naught but ash. But the cry of it is final, the scream eternal; Save but a laughing bag and a sagging ache. The sacred book, quite unholy, has seen it: Glinting pain amidst roar of time. But it knows not what to say, beyond the savoured: “Is there not...
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This review is going to be shit. I know this for a fact and I felt I should share it with you. You want to know why this review is going to suck? Alright then. Fact: I don’t understand music. Tempo, pitch and all that other crazy stuff is as mythical to me as a sustained erection… I mean a unicorn. Or possibly something less phallic. Nevertheless, I am going to write a review of Green Day’s 21st Century Breakdown and you are going to read it. Maybe one of us can do the titl...
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It's spelt Chekov for reference. This is a good peice, although you could cut a few words. Example: "Wendy stood in the silent room." The word silent is entirely nessecary for this sentence. Personally, I don't think it adds enough to justify it's existence here. If you think that you have to keep it I recommend re-phrasing it to: "Wendy stood silently in the room." It gives the character a sense of desolation without relyinh on the audience to pick up on the significance of pathetic fallacy.
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Okay, I hate to be the equivalent of a literary bitch, but I'm going to have to be. This is too lofty. You give the audience no information beyond the overtly emo message "everything is BAD". I have no problem the message: you feel what you feel, but how about making it interesting for us to read? Give us some explanation of WHY everything is bad. Possibly make your narrator sound like less of an arrogant tosser. As an audience we WANT to be entertained, we'll go with whatever you want as lon...
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