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Complete Write-Off

In Bloc business on 3 August, 2010

After eight­een months online and some seventy-four art­icles, stor­ies, inter­views, flash fic­tions, poems and mis­cel­laneous other forms, I’ve decided to close Writers’ Bloc. I feel that it’s run its course and, to be bru­tally hon­est, I no longer pos­sess the enthu­si­asm required to keep it run­ning, read­ing sub­mis­sions and put­ting up new material.

True Art

In Fiction on 3 August, 2010

He told people to call him “The Moon.” For hours at a time he would sit at The Seven Winds café beneath the “C” rat­ing pos­ted in the win­dow by DHEC. The Moon would linger in this corner for so long it would gradu­ally take on his smell – a mix­ture of bee’s wax, patchouli, and body odor.

Arthur Nobody

In Fiction on 27 July, 2010

Arthur works the night shift at a gen­er­ic­ally scummy bar so he can sit all day in a cof­fee shop and write like the bohemian he can’t really afford to be. This will not be a major con­tex­tual issue.