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Chapter 8: Half-mast
By: Gavin Simms | May 22, 2011 The long skinny glass of the storm door rattled and boomed beneath his knuckles. “Get out here boy, you and I got talking to do!” I woke at the other ... Read More |
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Chapter 7: Operation Bring Down Council
By: Gavin Simms | May 8, 2011 And all parts of me that didn’t give a damn what became of Hopeless Bay were boiled down that day. I deposited my $90 thousand, lifted my chin up level and bo... Read More |
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Chapter 6: The Society of Outport Revivalists
By: Gavin Simms | March 27, 2011 “If this is the best we can come up with then we’re just a useless bunch of lingering idiots. We might as well spend our time wiping our own shit off the la... Read More |
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Chapter 5: Future on fire
By: Gavin Simms | March 20, 2011 Days went by and I didn’t have a sweet clue where to start. Spent hours staring out at the harbour, watching it change from calm to choppy and cold, wondering... Read More |
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Chapter 4: Playing patience
By: Gavin Simms | March 13, 2011 I was finally worth something. Someone trusted me to do something sensible. Life in the bay was going to start getting better for this one. I remember walki... Read More |
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Chapter 3: The contract
By: Gavin Simms | March 6, 2011 I spent six days with five digits on my mind. More money than I’d ever imagined having in my hands. If I lived to 90 and got a dollar for every day of it, ... Read More |
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Chapter 2: ‘I thinks about what it might take to keep you here’
By: Gavin Simms | February 27, 2011 I was at the back of the house hacking at wood one evening when fate walked up behind me. Had the axe raised, and a tap on the shoulder froze me solid as st... Read More |
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Chapter 1: The story I’ve got in me
By: Gavin Simms | February 21, 2011 When brother left for the forces grandfather thought aloud for days. “We all got to end up somewhere,” his eyes vacant like ponds in a gravel pit. “Be it ... Read More |