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  1. Jackie Price 8: It is hard to stay there in that place with him watching from the corner.
  2. Jackie Price 7: There is dirt and mud where there should be floor. Jackie’s toes sink into it.
  3. @jasongorman got the DM now (twitter newbie) - will send you a mail when I've made some headway with this monstrous pile of marking
  4. Jackie Price 6: It's dark because the bulb has gone, and it's damp and it stinks from the drainpipe that the council haven’t come to fix.
  5. Jackie Price 5: He doesn’t say anything but you know what he wants. He wants bad things to happen. And they do.
  6. Jackie Price 4: He stares out and if you have the nerve to stand at the bottom of the stairs without running away you can feel him watching
  7. @jasongorman snap! I coach writers in how not to write crappy books (for all the good it does) Married, kids, all I need now is wealth... u?
  8. Jackie Price 3: It is already cold down there, even on hot days, but he makes it colder. He doesn’t breathe.
  9. Jackie Price 2: He doesn’t move. It is too dark to see him but you can feel him on your back and on the hairs on your arms.
  10. @jasongorman Teaching literary theory/creative writing (capitalised in any way you fancy ;) ). wotchu up 2 (got to master this word limit)?
  11. Jackie Price 1: The Devil lives in the corner of their cellar. That’s what Jackie thinks.
  12. @jasongorman you should see mine (face that is) - looking very worse for wear. Congrats on the agile stuff - any relation to autopoiesis?
  13. @jasongorman I recognise that face...
  14. Illegal war? OK. Donating everything to bankers with gambling problems? No problem. Big expense claims? Outrage! What is wrong with people?
  15. 'The Defence' by Vladimir Nabokov - chess/stress/a nasty mess