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Myths of the Near Future

I got  a story published in a magazine last week. It’s in an e-zine called Myths of the Near Future and it’s only £1.85 from amazon: http://amzn.to/1oMAYhs

The story is called AUTOMATON and is in fact already posted on this blog here. So you can read my story for free, but it’s definitely worth getting the magazine anyway. There’s some fantastic poetry in there.

Thank you Myths and NAWE for liking my story! Check out the NAWE (National Association of Writers in Education) website for lots of useful things including events, jobs, writing opportunities…


AUTOMATON

I’m submitting this story for my coursework, but it still needs a bit of work. It could probably be a bit shorter, for one thing. Any suggestions on improvements, even if it’s just pointing out a typo, would be appreciated.

The formatting will be slightly different for the finished piece, as WordPress doesn’t have the same options as Word. The main change is that the letters and the word ‘AUTOMATON’ will be written in a typewriter font (unless everyone thinks that’s a bad idea).

Enjoy!

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 AUTOMATON

Dear Government Official,

She told me to tidy up and then she left. It makes no sense to me. In the context of a relationship, surely a bit of mess isn’t important?

This is Tim’s twelfth draft. He’s unsure how to address the letter and is yet to settle on something he likes. Still, ‘Dear Government Official’ beats draft eleven’s ‘Dear Mayor or Mayoress’.

I mention this because when Emily left I looked into my ’dump’ of a back garden. There’s a fair bit of stuff out there but not enough to justify her reaction. ’I can’t stand it any more’ she’d said.

It was sitting at the far end, by the shed, possibly the biggest discovery ever made in a back garden. I mean, this is really the kind of thing that overshadows a relationship in importance. It may change the world. I was wondering whether I should call Emily but then I saw it and forgot about that in an instant. Maybe that’s heartless, but I think you’ll understand.

He ought to write less about Emily and more about what he’s found; that’s what the government and the world will be interested in.

It’s sat among the washing machines and other odds and ends. I’ve no idea how long it might have been there. Continue reading