Prattlefog & Gravelrap
Workshops & Resources
"From its cutting edge, the shards of an onion dribble onto the worktop; sliced like rose petals; like tear drops; like acid rain."
"Unfurling, its pairs of legs judder into subconscious action. Spines bristle outwards. Its segmented body wriggles across the leaf."
"A metropolis of vinyl-floor streets; quasi-buildings in Day-Glo cardboard; polyethylene windows into homes for puppets and dolls."
"She is afraid of emptiness. He says he isn’t afraid of anything but that isn’t true. He is afraid of slithering things."
"The inner cavern is a spiral galaxy of planets and stars. It pulses like a bullfrog’s throat – alive but dying."
"It’s dark. Darker than coal. Darker than Ma’s eyes when I came home caked in mud after football on the common."
"in the chapel, the chaplain’s cassock; her teeth, enamelled gravestones that bite words in half."
"Morning. Post-wake-up kiss. Stretch. Shower. Dress. Lingering gaze in your direction as I leave the bedroom."
"Rag-doll skitters into the kitchen where she melts cheese strings over Doritos in the microwave."
"My second first steps are like a walrus in stilettos. Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow. Jelly legs buckling at the knees."
"It was a morning for seizing the proverbial bull by the proverbial horns."
"Clock ticking. Temperature below the acceptable minimum and not even the slightest sign of the heating..."
"Other times, I dream of anthropomorphic octopi who wear polka dot swimsuits and sip paper-umbrella-accessorised mojitos."
"The dull thumping of rubber against asphalt. Repetitively rhythmic as my trainers hit the slick surface of the pot-holed pavement."
"It sprung up overnight. Unexpected, it stood there as we all opened our curtains, bleary-eyed, in the morning. A divider line."
"Sometimes, an animal takes form within one of the little clouds, or a person, or even a landscape—places away from the harsh expanse..."