There is in the artist an innate need to express and when for some reason they are unable to do this, they turn inwardly and start to decompose. So the first thing I say is: Just Write. Anything. Anywhere.' From the agonies of birth to the shining pride of first day on the shelf, Chris Bradbury will show you everything you need to write your first book. He will take you on a journey from the mysterious worlds of poetry, prose and article writing, to the dark, dangerous worlds of the internet. and publishing.
There is in the artist an innate need to express and when for some reason they are unable to do this, they turn inwardly and start to decompose. So th...
'Your friend was black from the day she was born and she has never changed. She has no redeeming features. She has not one single drop of light in her soul. Where she goes, the darkness follows. As she moves on through time, as she collects more and more souls and subjects them to the ravages of Hell, she becomes more powerful and, one day, she might even challenge the Devil himself for his throne. She is so full of hate, of despair, of contempt and confusion, cruelty and corruption that, if she survives long enough, she might just be the end of the world.' So begins another adventure for...
'Your friend was black from the day she was born and she has never changed. She has no redeeming features. She has not one single drop of light in her...
I have a theory. It goes like this. Everything we do is about death. Everything. From reading a book to eating to sexing (that's a real thing) to sitting at the back of the class in school learning maths. From the day we are born to the day we die, death is at the centre of all we do, either consciously or unconsciously. It drives us, gives us purpose and yet is equally as capable of rendering us inert, unwilling, demotivated and demanding of its presence in an effort to control it. Disease is merely a car for the journey, but a fascinating mode of leaving, all the same. From the plague to...
I have a theory. It goes like this. Everything we do is about death. Everything. From reading a book to eating to sexing (that's a real thing) to sitt...
Jumeau You have brought to me nothing but pain and disappointment. You cannot hold down a job. You have no friends. You hate the world for no more reason than that it has the gall to exist. You are just so indifferent towards all the things that you are supposed to love and so full of vitriol for things you don't even know. You are a man of many rooms, Jumeau, each of them closed off from the others so that there is never any conflict within or without. You keep your feelings stored in unopened boxes that lie dusty upon the floors of these rooms and, unless you are willing to open them, I...
Jumeau You have brought to me nothing but pain and disappointment. You cannot hold down a job. You have no friends. You hate the world for no more rea...
