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The Turn published 17/01/2017

I taste the crab. I lick them to get that kick of seasoning at the back of the throat and in the nasal cavity and the sweet kick of remembering the taste of its meat on my tongue. The taste of the crab is the taste of the sea, a taste of the crab is the taste of family, death and a warning from the sea. A lick of shell makes you taste the sea waving, swinging a bell.

By Jen Calleja.

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Plinth published 16/01/2017

I grabbed my coat mid-film and made my way downhill at a brisk pace. The wind was against me; I had to pull my collar right up. I went to the butcher’s first as I had a funny feeling that the florist would be the one with the all-important news. I had to get the sequence right.

By Christian Brookland.

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The Oddity published 15/01/2017

Circe climbed on top of me and just dragged the point of the knife over my body. Sometimes she would stop and balance it on point on my skin, but never with enough pressure to cut me. I felt her press the flat of the blade against my face, against my arms, my legs. Then my balls. Fucking hell you don’t know fear until you’re tied up by some crazy Serbian woman who has a damn 9″ Bowie knife up against your balls.

Chapter 12 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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Arrows And Exit Paths published 10/01/2017

I look at the miles yet to travel, the miles already travelled, and my eyes slide over them, slipping right off, forgetting in the looking. Just a few minutes have passed since I last forgot these strings of numbers, but it feels like ten, fifteen. The small pride I felt in my willpower trickles away, focus absorbed again by boredom.

By Laura Waddell.

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Cons published 09/01/2017

‘Well, I’m not a fan of dead bodies either,’ I said. ‘I’m sure he’s fine.’

She furrowed her eyebrows, which were thick and black and met almost to her nose when her face was straight; when she frowned, they merged.

‘That’s a very selfish position to take,’ she said.

By Dizz Tate.

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The Oddity published 08/01/2017

Albert Camus once said that the first question of philosophy was “why not suicide.” Well, he may just as well have said “the first question of philosophy is why not tear through your family and friends with a chainsaw and maim them and leave them psychologically broken for the rest of their miserable lives?”

I’m sure this doesn’t sound very politically correct to you, but I don’t fucking care. You weren’t there.

Chapter 11 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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Stardust published 03/01/2017

Dear biped fossils, you think you are intelligent creatures? What kind of intelligence has evolved in you that you are addicted to petroleum, uranium, and electromagnetic waves? They say that intelligence is the property of highly complex matter. What complexity is it that you boast about when you sleep in your own radioactive shit? Maybe if we went back to being unintelligent matter we would avert the bloodbaths, the mountains of garbage, the huge and viscous maritime oil spills. Everyone wants a happy ending. Here’s a happy ending for you: may you all become extinct.

By Hisham Bustani translated from the Arabic by Maia Tabet.

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The Oddity published 02/01/2017

Yielding to triggers can wreak havoc on a relationship when it involves one person being triggered, but Penny had her issues and triggers too. She had been raped once, and she too had terrible abandonment issues. As I said, her father had peaced out on her, and to some extent so had her mom. There she was, a child angel with depressive tendencies, stranded in the middle of the South Dakota prairie with a plan to build a community around her. This was why she fought so hard for the Sioux Falls art scene, and this is why she drew me in so close. But our damage and our triggers worked against each other. All this came to a head the previous summer (summer 2015), when we travelled to Southern Italy.

Chapter 10 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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The Oddity published 25/12/2016

Triggered. What the fuck does that mean even? Everyone talks about triggering, but that probably means no one knows what they are talking about. One imagines it works the way that psychologists talk about operant conditioning. You put a bunny in front of a baby and make a loud noise and behold: The baby is now afraid of cute and cuddly things. You come to associate a stimulus with unpleasant emotions. Your brain becomes miswired.

Chapter 9 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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The Oddity published 19/12/2016

Sometimes there is a rare moment of clarity – a moment when the bullshit and anger and fears and jealousies get pushed aside and the only thing left is the reality of you and me. But here is the problem…

What good is this reality when we’ve buried it under all that anger and jealousy and resentment? What fucking good is it?

And the problem is, there is no fixing, no repair, there is no thing to be done there is just too much wrong, too much that is fucked, too little that we can do, there is in fact nothing we can do, it is just fucking hopeless it is…


Chapter 8 of EJ Spode‘s novel The Oddity.

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