repeat till fade. fiction from paul lynch.
'when she spoke' | 'and' | 'detonation' | 'the worker' | 'ballad of the bottle' | 'come here, come on' | 'a matter of space'

 
'I remember the whispers and half-spoken truths'-
                                                  ballad of the bottle
 
Collected works of debatable creative merit.
contact address- cl001c2486@blueyonder.co.uk

Hello, welcome etc.
I'm not going to piss around the bush here, because we can all tell this is going to be read by about ten people, and most of you won't ever come back. So I guess I can say whatever I want here. Erm.
 
Seriously though, this is a little pet project that I hope you'll enjoy, but most likely won't. This site is intended to be nothing more than a way for people to take a look at my work and tell me what they think. By 'they', I of course mean You, seeing as you're reading this. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy reading my mind's needless extravagances.. If you don't, tough shit, but don't hesitate to tell me.
 
Etc.
 

And here's something else altogether- http://www.theredeye.net .. for all those nintendo obsessives out there. And if you're not obsessed, you should be.

recommended reading is as follows- 'already dead' by denis johnson; 'revolutionary road' by richard yates; 'independence day' by richard ford; 'ask the dust' by john fante. that is all.