Extract from Sullivan Penn |
Sully leads Melissa away from the building and into quiet roads that seem eerily deserted in the heart of the city, like a post-apocalyptic town outside the blast radius, all the people killed by radi...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 01:46:00 PST |
Edgar Mapp |
Edgar Mapp's Unlucky Number
Maybe July 7th wouldn't be the greatest day for everyone to die after all.
Edgar is woken by his alarm every morning at 7:07am precisely. Padding across the hall ru...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 06:12:00 PST |
Last Word |
Last Word.
It looks like summer has finally arrived as the early morning sun blazes down on the platform, heating the cigarette ends and discarded Mars Bar wrappers alike. Henry Figgis emerges ...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 06:02:00 PST |
Six Years Overdue |
Six Years Overdue.
Holding the thin thread tightly between forefinger and thumb, so tight it cut into the skin and left a shallow grave into which the cotton fell, he pulled. Watching the line ...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 05:59:00 PST |
He Asks Her |
He Asks Her
"Will you still look after me when I am so old I can't even lift a fork?" he asks her.
"Of course," she replies without looking up from her book.
"Seriously," he says, propping himself up ...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 05:57:00 PST |
Coda, G Minor |
Coda, G-Minor
The rope frays. He watches helplessly through the glass as the piano pinwheels awkwardly, the curled pieces of rope twisting towards the ground as his two friends strain at the o...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 05:56:00 PST |
Extract from Watching Eva |
An editted extract from the novel "Watching Eva"
A soft 'pat' onto the grass a short distance from where you lie on your side, head dipped awkwardly at the lack of pillow, trying to sleep the night a...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 03:29:00 PST |
Lost Cat |
Lost Cat.
I stand back and watch this time, letting her stretch up to wind round the piece of tape that holds the last poster to the lamp post. She steps away and seems to be wholly absorbed for...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 03:27:00 PST |
Extracts from "Nearly Perfect" |
From Chapter 7.
Each day seems to blend, inconsequential now as I have only one goal, to win back Caitlin, and time no longer matters to me. I think about getting her in my life so I can return to nor...
Posted by Lines on a Map on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 03:26:00 PST |
