The Lost Novels of Jimmy Douglas

10. The silence When I think about these people, these ghosts in the long abandoned halls of my youth, I wonder why it is that they, in particular, call out to me. We are none of us heroes. Our stories do not seem so...

I got lost at the beach, then in a storm, and finally found my way back to the desk to smash out a really difficult post in which I finally give a name to malevolence at the heart of the story. #Fiction #Facism #Resistance thelostnovels.ghost.io/10-the-silen...

Because I am here, and not at my desk in my small office, and because my subconscious conspired to make me 'forget' my laptop, I will miss today's deadline for another post. I'll have to post double this week!

A windswept beach on an overcast day, sand, pebbles and seaweed in the foreground, a large outcrop of rocks breaking through the water in the middle distance, hills almost hidden by the rain in the far distance

About a month ago I wrote a post about a small place called Ōakura, and that's where i find myself today, wrapped in a grey blanket.

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The Orchestra Minion | Hermann Burger I have not applied for the post of orchestra minion in order to revive the old feud between strings and woodwind.

The legendary Herr Urfer has died. Who will fill the role of orchestra minion? Find out in fiction written by Hermann Berger and translated by @anathanwest.bsky.social.

Ghost became federated this past month, which is kind've a big deal (at least for nerds, in whose storied ranks I count myself.)

It means that this lost little bird now finds himself winging not only through the #BlueSky but between the legs of wild #Mastodon. A decentralised social web is good :-)

9. Gate Pā There was this one time that I almost ended up joining a cult. Well, that might be over-egging it.

A brief diversion about the time I almost joined a cult, and the small amounts of patience I have for mystic nonsense.

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#Writing #fiction

8. Toolmaker My hands with their thick fingers, calloused only from where I grip the pen, no grease stains on my fingers, no scars crisscrossing the skin, my palms smooth.

In which I recount the time Gavin unearthed five hundred years of history and he held, in his rough hands, the heart of his people.

#fiction #writing #serial

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The Lost Novels Stories from a forgotten shelf in a small study of suburban Auckland, dusted off and serialised for your reading pleasure.

I'm working on tomorrow's post, and I thought it was about time I actually ask people to subscribe to these #stories.

There is a free option btw so if you fancy reading a bit of #microfiction on your way to work please consider subscribing. Paying is good too :-)

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7. Stoned in Ōakura I spent a lot of time thinking about Edi when I was at the beach. Ōakura is a small place. There's a dairy, a fish and chip shop, and a town hall that is empty most days.

The time I stumbled over a stone at the beach while contemplating my place in the universe, and unearthed a treasure.

#Stories #Fiction #Authors

6. Vicki & Albert I caught the bus into the downtown station, a dreary place even in summer, overshadowed by concrete parking buildings and stale office towers, the gum-stained asphalt a map of despondency and lost hou...

In which Jimmy runs afoul of events, and after such a promising start to the day.

#Stories #Fiction #Writing #Authors

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5. Edi Stories from a forgotten shelf in a small study somewhere in suburban Auckland, dusted off and serialised for your reading pleasure.

About the time I stayed over at Edi's and ate breakfast under a peach tree, unprepared for anything.

#Fiction #stories

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4. The disappearance Sometimes there are things that you once knew to be true and they turn out to be nothing at all, just a story, but a story maybe that was told to you when you were still a child and so no matter how m...

The day Sammy disappeared from his nice home in the suburbs, leaving his wife an boy alone.

#Stories #Fiction #Serial

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3. Guerilla radio Through an arrangement with the Diocese me, Sammy, and the others went to a church school. Something about turning us into useful citizens, reshaping some unpromising clay. I didn't mind it so much. C...

The time Sammy bugged Hayworth and we learned about his contempt for Skeletor.

#stories #fiction

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2. The Box I don't know how anything works. I used to watch these videos of people fixing things. There was this one guy who all he did was unblock drains. I guess he would wear a camera on his head while he wen...

The time Jimmy was given a box by Sammy Matthews, and the circumstances thereof.

#Stories #Fiction

Hello, I'm Jimmy. I had this big realisation one day, while sitting in the park eating a bread roll on my lunch hour and trying to delay my inevitable return to the office, that almost every word I've ever written will...

It's #introductions time.

I had this realisation one day while sitting in the park eating a bread roll and trying to delay my inevitable return to the office, that almost every word I've ever written will die whenever I do. That's The Lost Novels in a nutshell.

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