I walked to the Post Box this morning.Someone had taped it closed.Is this a protest? Or just someone being a prick. I walked home. She asked “what you got against minor key songs?” Me? She started laughing. “You live a minor key life” “Thanks” The sunlight cut through the hall while the radio played.I wasContinue reading “Minor Key Life”
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Me and the Page
I’m not afraid to tell people that I write.In fact I’m not sure I give a fuck. Sitting around worrying what people will thinkwill hollow you out,steal the light from your eyes. You can’t live that way. You shouldn’t live that way. You are welcome to read.If you like it then great.If you don’t thenContinue reading “Me and the Page”
Big Empty
Doug tore at the guitar string. His fingers were shredded, the guitar fed back. Louder and louder till it was ringing in his ears. He looked at the notebook. Big Empty. He grabbed a glass and knocked back the drink. He was nearly sick as he picked up the bottle and threw it against theContinue reading “Big Empty”
Two Doors Down
‘Two Doors Down’ is a song I wrote a few years ago now. I was thinking about the song when I wrote this story the other day. Content note: This story includes mild violence, crime themes, and adult references. I check the street behind me. So many faces, but none I recognise. The city hasContinue reading “Two Doors Down”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 