Extract from Volume Four as promised

Extract from 'Sleepyhead' (the story that is going to grace the pages of Volume Four of One Short Story To Be Told) as promised earlier in the week.

'In this dream John was playing centreforward for leeds united in their fifth straight

Champions league final. This was a special dream for John as being a footballer was the only thing, apart from sleeping of course, that he considered a worthwhile job. Just as John arrived Pele played a one two with maradona and slipped John a pass that put him through on goal. John then rounded the three goalkeepers manchester united were playing and nonchalantly back heeled the ball in to the net.'

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Extract from 'Grey Skies'

With just a week to go to it's launch date 'Grey Skies' is getting rather excited. And that excitement ballooned into pure unadulterated delirium when I approached it this morning and said I needed an extract for the blog and facebook. Needless to say that delirium quickly turned to infighting when the words that make up 'Grey Skies' realised they couldn't all be used. We did however, after three hours of wrestling, decide that the following selection would those lucky enough to blaze the trail for Volume Three, which remember will be released on Saturday 2nd July.

Enjoy

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'As is nature’s way the scene played out over and over again as Tony sat and watched. Waves roared and rolled, rolled and roared. Frothing breakers crashed against rock. Rain poured down. And all the while the dark menacing mass providing the rain hung low in the sky, ensuring a bleak landscape stretched as far as Tony could see.'

extract from 'wink' (as promised)

Just as I did as a child I watched the factory smoke being slowly vacuumed into the grey horizon for hours this morning. It helped to take my mind of the nervous knot that has been vortexing in my stomach since I got up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that what lies ahead is responsible for the knot returning, but I know the truth is that being back in the damp, dusty and dingy structure in which I endured our dysfunctional family’s domesticity is the true catalyst for its return.

technical problem

anyone who recalls the build up to volume one will know there was a tiny spat regarding an extract before the launch. we are experiencing the same technical problem again. please cross ears, eyes and elbows to help us reach a resolution.
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leyton and Waiting for Life To Return finally agreed on an extract. Well, almost. They drew straws in the end and are now involved in a rather petty stand off. But forgive them their childish behaviour - this is afterall very importnat to them both. Anyway, here is the extarct. Enjoy, we hope it wets your appetite!

Exiting the tree-lined corridor, I step on to the wooden footbridge that traverses shallow water below, and pause to reflect. I look awful, the shimmering surface and dull lighting depict an abhorrent sight. ‘God I am old,’ I curse, and then watch my spit arc into the night, and angle, slowly, onto the glass below where the moon,weightlessly placed on a deciduous, doubles like a giant pair of balloons on the blanket of grey, undulating silk.