Tag: Christian McCulloch

FICTION: Unholy Words by Christian McCulloch

You could say that this a story within a story within a story. I am a novice writer so I shall tell my story as it comes to me, for I have limited resources; one leather-bound notebook, one pen and one bottle of ink that I have diluted but have maintained its consistency with urine

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FICTION: No Parking On Moonlight Hill by Christian McCulloch

‘The secret,’ he said, the moon reflecting like two large silver dollars in his glasses, ‘is to wait. And when the time is right, to edge forward, taking your time, feeling your way, pushing forward until you’re in the moment – the passion – the fury. And then….’ He left the girl to ride on

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