Wednesday, October 25, 2006



At 3:33 pm, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Part 24

On chalkboards of history maps, Nancy imagined the mutterings of the future. She wondered if anyone would ever care for this, if they found it. She mangled her words and found beauty in the story, which, precarious in its nature, could be rubbed away in a second. She hoped that children saw beauty in her fairy-tale.

Now go to part 25

At 9:50 pm, Blogger kek-w said...

A ghost-owl...haunted space-junk of the Red Galaxy...barbwire trees...a puppet made from skin-flakes and nail-clippings...witch-hair...the psychogeometry of murder-sites in Nine Springs, Yeovil...a dust-map...finger-paintings made from the ash of forgotten Pale Ninth Uncle sings "Pollen Songs of the Swollen Eight Day"...crisp-packets blown into a hedge flutter ominously

At 2:33 pm, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Cool! I've just come back and found this. How wonderful!

Ant has just put his blog back up and posted the Mr.Pugh post for you to read in full.

I like that little red rabbit foot. How cool is that?


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