Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across town, that same noise sounded like a hammer to his headas Hubie got back to his dressing room. He picked up the open bottle of champagne and took a swig.The door behind him opened. “Thirty minutes to the meet andgreet.” Hubie threw the bottle at theContinue reading “Long Walk Home”
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Last Dance
Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across the bar, Ami was flicking through her notebook of songs and lyrics, glancing at the empty glass and empty seat opposite her. They would have to play fucking Idlewild at the end of a breakup. Fuck it. It was done. Call me a fucking bitch. Prick.Continue reading “Last Dance”
The Edge of the Volcano
Sometimes I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano. The silence of the night. Weighs you down. Sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I felt like if you whispered then the whole world would hear. But you knew it couldn’t be true. Could it? I watched the cold, steady rain fallContinue reading “The Edge of the Volcano”
Bring Your Ghost to the Fire
Part 3 of Rock and Roll is Dead “It felt like they wanted to end music with that one—brass, choirs, the whole cathedral job. It kind of did.” Deak laughed. “You take this so seriously, mate. It’s just music. It’s practically free. Hell, brother, the streaming services own music now.” “Ach, that just shows you.Continue reading “Bring Your Ghost to the Fire”
Rock and Roll is Dead
Part One: Hubie Hubie lay on the bed, strumming absent-mindedly on an acoustic guitar. He wasn’t sure if he even had the energy to write a new song. He almost felt like if he started Terry would be knocking on the door, wanting to know all about it. He had the door open to theContinue reading “Rock and Roll is Dead”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 