T. McCormack
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Former Lit Scholar at Cambridge University; Presently Working in the 'real world'; writing novels in future (hopefully)
Stories (10)
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The Long Run
‘The long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.’ Grayson Walker was prone to regurgitating these words whenever the opportunity arose. At 150 years old, it was taken as an ironic boast by those who knew him; valetudinarian self-pity by those who didn’t.
By T. McCormack10 months ago in Longevity
Performance . Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
‘Take a seat, Mr Bellewether; I’ll be with you in a moment.’ Alan shuffles over uncertainly to his manager’s desk and pulls out a chair. In the twelve months he has worked at The Office of National Statistics, he has never been addressed by his surname. Was it a tacit admonition? Or maybe a recognition of seniority, a nod at a promotion?
By T. McCormack10 months ago in Humor
Off the Rails
A crescent of faint orange light winds its way under Paul's heavy lids, waking him all at once. This pisses him off, having always enjoyed the slow secession of oblivion from being, the somnambulant spectacle of the heavy dark deliquescing as the soft salmon glow of lamplight crept in, night a slipstream of the gentle dawn …
By T. McCormack3 years ago in Fiction
Arach
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. No, it had once been heaven on earth, to Owain at least. In the summer he would roam Glendalough for hours, lost in its endless menagerie of colours: the petals of the Easter lily, trumpeted and cloud-white; the yellow haze of the cowslips, their clusters like a thousand suns; the pale purple blades of squill dotting the riverbank.
By T. McCormack4 years ago in Fiction
