Author: GriddleOctopus
If you’re looking for my samples folder, it’s here.
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The Jam To-morrow
Two quarts of Bertolli. 55 cans of fizzy pop. Several bottles of wine. Two cartons of apple juice. Four trays of assorted dips (no nachos). Bananas, crisps, oranges. Jam. Bread. Uncountable bottles of cheap beer. Five empty pizza boxes spilling out of overfilled bins. Twenty assorted laptops and associated smelly men. This is the content…
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In Flight: Vancouver
There are LOGS floating downriver. Admittedly, there’s not many and they’re guided by tugs, but I half expect Huck and Tom Sawyer to hop off one. They’re the impingement of Vancouver’s looming hinterland on the carefully-gridded suburb. When the Sikh cabbie drives me out of the airport, it smells like America. Hot tarmac and grease…
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Freelance Year One; In Retrospect
The end of last year was the lowest point of my life so far (and it was almost entirely my fault, sorry M), but set this year up perfectly for a single golden question; could I survive and thrive as a freelance writer? The braggadocio-saturated answer was, thankfully, ‘yes, you cowardly arse; why didn’t you…
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Planescape Torment: Retrospective – What can change the nature of a fan?
Amidst the dusty annals of video gaming, there are games only mentioned in hushed tones. There are games that are traded in back-alleys, games where the few extant copies are guarded in by hooded, pale-faced men who worship the old gods Mintah, Ammygah and Com O’door. Games where only one person has ever played it,…
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