HeyJaredToby Howls
Toby's a writer from London, howling spooky and sad nonsense into the ether. Represented by Evan Brown at Transatlantic.
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Truth and Justice from the Planet Zargonn XIV [FICTION] (opens the original)
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By the time I’d gotten back from summer camp, my parents had already been replaced.I knew as soon as I walked under the wisteria’s canopy that everything had changed. The very smell of the place, the chicken-soup stench, had been replaced by something clean, even bleach-like. One might expect robbers, killers, cruel clones or sterile robots, but what I got was just the Zargonnians, wearing the still-slick and sticky human suits that were once my parents. There was only the odd trace of blood sti
Liquid Wasps [memoir] (opens the original)
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I used to get the slow bus to the child-adolescent mental health unit. It cut past my friend’s house, that girl who looked like a glorious porcelain doll. I always worried her mum might get on too and ask where I was off to, but she never did. I just sat there, my school uniform sweaty on my thighs. I did not have big thighs at the time, but I was wearing another friend’s trousers. There’s a story there too. (Another time, I promise.)The unit was a low building, hugging a suburban residential st
and now i’m in it (gender-song) (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedin the princess suite that overlooks the motorway, i’m stroking my own ego til it’s reluctantly sweaty, the roundels of my chest-hair singing along to a tune about femininity that pumps itself in dribbles through the radio honestly, i’m wondering if i’m trapped in the eternal torpor machine, astral projecting stickily into an ice-cold mikvah, begging to wake up different, wake up better, wake up new yesterday, at the party,
Glimmering Husks (London) (a blogpost?) (sorry) (opens the original)
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My old tutor told me that glimmer(ing) was a word so massively over-used by Creative Writing students that he had to resist the urge to cut it out every time, slice it away with a red pen. But I’m not a student anymore, kiddo! Here are some nice things that are nice.1. Legal wedding ceremony booked, deposit put down. We’re doing it, folks! How heavenly to have found my person. Everyone who’s asked us why it’s taken so long... I mean, fair, but also... rude! This town hall won’t have seen such gl
pale fire but like not nabokov i ain't read that (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI was in Amsterdam. I went to a coffee shop. "These are their stories. DUN DUN." 1. The traveller was a personal trainer, but he was really a linguist, but he was really there to buy European electronics and return with them to his small town in the north of his home-country. He told me this as we sipped mint tea and smoked pre-rolled joints that were predictably too high in tobacco for me to have an actually good time. He w
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