Archive for October, 2010

The government slashed and burned with such ferocity, no-one listened to the screams of the poor. On November 14th, the economy collapsed with a thunderous roar: every major company went bust. They tried to riot, the populous in their sackcloth togs, throwing their tin begging bowls with impotent anger. But the powers had ring-fenced the [...]

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He had been first horrified, then furious, when his fifteen year old son, asked for a David Bowie CD for Christmas. Storming into the front room he had all but shouted at his wife “I remember that David Bowie from when I were Adam’s age. Poncing around on Top of the Pops all purple glitter [...]

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Manchester Blog Awards winner

330 Words was delighted to have won Best New Blog at the Manchester Blog Awards last week. Thanks to everyone who voted for us and congratulations to the evening’s other winners. A special thanks goes to Clare, Ben and Dave who were kind enough to read their 330 entries on stage during the evening. You [...]

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Deano sat on the kerb, face in his hands, bawling. I’d told him he was too young to come with us, but he wouldn’t listen. Kelvin stared menacingly at me, one of Deano’s grubby trainers in each hand. “You are such a wuss,” he declared. “Am not. I just don’t wanna do it.” Deano’s mum [...]

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I’d never seriously considered time much until today. Not in any real sense. Only in the way we all do. What time is it? What time shall we meet? I’m late. I’m early. I’m on time. All convenient ways to describe our immediate relationship to the time in which we live. But they don’t explain [...]

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The artist and the scientist held hands at the edge of the room. The artist, the left side, tilted back his head, soaking in the whole. The installation reflected in his eyes as he contemplated the existence of such a project. He was overwhelmed; this was art. The scientist, the right side, spent time to [...]

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When God was bored He usually took it out on Job. That poor bastard got it in the neck a lot. One minute he was swimming in his own private pool and holding court on his own daytime TV show, the next he was face down in his own piss, wondering where his next meal [...]

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When I heard the war was over I barely dared to breathe in case I missed hearing you come home. I heard your whistle in the evensong of birds, your key turning in the crackle of the fire. Each morning I walked through the fields to the shore, certain that I’d meet you coming back. [...]

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Penniless, shamed, she wraps herself in bubbles, held tightly in place with cheap tape, to replace the lycra that they had stripped from her when her grip on Dalos failed. Shamed, she scales buildings with deep envy, like they, the men, had rights to make such tall heights from glass and steel, while she is [...]

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We’re delighted to have been nominated for two awards in the Manchester Blog Awards: Best New Blog and Best Writing For A Blog. If you’ve liked the stories on the blog, please feel free to vote for us at manchesterblogawards.com. We’ll buy you cupcakes.* And good luck to everyone nominated too. Thanks. Tom. *Offer not [...]

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