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A View From Land's Edge
edge of night -----Terry Adey Landscapes (click)
If You Wanna Know...
- Alan W. Davidson
- Alan was born in Greenock, Scotland and came to Canada with his parents in '65. He grew up in Victoria, B.C. but spent most of his adult years in London, Ontario. Alan studied sciences at the University of Victoria (Geology) but eventually came to the conclusion that there was far too much science involved. He finished up with a civil engineering technician diploma (a fancy term for draftsman) from Fanshawe College in London. Alan moved with his wife and son to St. John's, Newfoundland & Labrador in 2006 for a change of scenery. He has taken a number of creative writing classes over the years and returned to writing in 2007. He is a member of the Writer's Alliance of Newfoundland & Labrador and his online fiction has appeared in MicroHorror, Static Movement, FlashShot and 52 Stitches.
Available from Creative Book Publishing
This anthology includes my story 'The Inscription'
Available from eMergent Publishing
This anthology includes my story 'The Final Prediction'
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The Four Stages of Cruely ________ by Keith Hollihan
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11 comments:
I want a big bowl full of that last one. Looks yummy.
I like the little cart attached to the bicycle.
Kilts are dead sexy.
If this is what the inside of your mind looks like, it must be awesome indeed. I await the next installment with excitement!
I don't much approve of pictures. Too flashy. I possess two actual photographs, both of my former life partner. She was such a good dog.
However, if I was posting pictures off my hard-drive they'd either be from asofterworld.com or artlessly photo-shopped pictures of me and Lily Allen.
Alan, about that first photo. Has to be said that back in the old days Scottish prostitutes were a bit rough, weren't they?
"I like the little cart attached to the bicycle."
That's a motorbike sedan chair thingy, I think. Probably Malaysian or Filipino or similar.
Woot! Trifle.
My mother is a stained-glass artisan, makes me the most beautiful stuff.
You know that we're all trying to make little stories out of these, right? And in mine, Einstein is riding that bicycle.
Aaron - The British folk would recognize that as a trifle (mmm, custard dessert)- see Cates' note.
Natalie - That's a mobile shrine to one of the Hindu deities.
Katey - Are they? I'll have to post the photos of my dad at our wedding...
Anton - "I like the little cart attached to the bicycle." You're probably thinking about the auto-rickshaw. This bike is a Hindu shrine.
"Has to be said that back in the old days Scottish prostitutes were a bit rough, weren't they?" That's no way to talk about my granny, Gully.
Cate - Spot on! Sounds like you're a trifle officianado (sp?) My mum makes it on special occasions. Christmas, of course, and on my birthday if I whine enough.
Rebecca - My mother does leaded glass work too (that is something from the internet, not one of hers).
Carrie - Sure, and the guy in the skirt sets aside his dessert and comes over to pray at the shring he's riding about on.
Crap...what I meant to say to Carrie was..."and comes over to pray at the shrine Einstein is riding about on."
I'm like the Einstein picture... A clever man always grabs my interest;-)
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