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About dogsbodiesandscumsters

Alan McCormick has been writer in residence at Kingston University’s Writing School and for InterAct Stroke Support, a charity employing actors to read to stroke patients. His fiction has won prizes and been widely published, including the Sunday Express and Salt’s Best British Short Stories 2015. His story collection, with micro-fiction inspired by Jonny Voss's pictures, 'Dogsbodies and Scumsters', was long-listed for the 2012 Edge Hill Prize. Alan has recently completed his second collection, Wild in the Country, as well as a memoir, Holes. See more of Alan and Jonny's collaborations at www.scumsters.blogspot.co.uk.

Tattoos                                                                             My wife had a story for why she arrived home three hours late from work. She said she’d stopped to help a man who was hungry and who had no home. She’d taken him for a meal, and … Continue reading

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REASONS TO SWIM INSIDE THE SKY

The canals of upper Clapton are mustard smelling trenches of blink-and-you-miss-it spasm splatters of colour amidst tar dark pathways. Bushes bristle with broken bottle leaves, mottle cast in a sullen, diesel pallor. Warrens snake under daisy field enclosures, as rabbits … Continue reading

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IT’S HOT, SO BEWARE

Lost in Spain   El Burro chants and coughs up globules, Breathes like a juggernaut decompressing, Steam exits through his nostrils. It’s a sign!   Monty and Victor are apart from their bicycles and apart from themselves. The earth splits … Continue reading

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THE HIKE

‘Oh, lone is the path that turns its head, that coils the slopes, and reaches unseen peaks.’ A ramble no more amongst congested city parks, devils careering on wheelie boards, arses slung from low-hung jeans, bins stocked full with detritus: … Continue reading

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AN UNHOLY GRAIL

  Quiet now. The night is Devil black. Sleep now. The Knight waits for attack. They mass behind. They storm and plunder – The giant evil birds, the filthy scalded cats, The tombstone tenants, faces racked by thunder. Hope shines … Continue reading

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MONSTERS WITHIN

Mister Tindall runs the sweet shop. Mister Tindall lives alone. Mister Tindall has no friends. Mister Tindall is a monster. Me and my brother call him names: yellow fangs, pus breather, custard eyes and banana ears; these are our yellow … Continue reading

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WATCHING THE DETECTIVES

KOJAK Hello, Detective, where are you going? Call me Theo Theo, that’s a nice name Yes it is Is that your lollypop? Yes it is It looks sweet Yes it is I want you Yes you do I love you … Continue reading

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