Tom Stuckey
Tom Stuckey
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 7)
by Tom Stuckey
“There was no apparent centre to the town, just rows and rows, and like bees they continued to build, almost in a natural and spontaneous way. A centre would come soon, it was inevitable, and a form of hierarchy, and then the rebellion.”
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 6)
by Tom Stuckey
“That night James, on returning to his room along the hallway heard some noises coming from Henrys room, that could only be described as, indeed, feral. Henry and Gene had become lovers. Animal lovers.”
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 5)
by Tom Stuckey
“It was controlling mum, shouting at reactive dad, and him hitting the boy, and in turn, the boy pulling the dogs tail.”
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 4)
by Tom Stuckey
“There has always been and always will be death, but living with that knowledge and continuing on is the hardest part. I am sure of this now; mothers should love their boys, because the alternative makes a very ill and scary world.”
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 3)
by Tom Stuckey
“He also thought to himself that in a church, such as this, he came so close to God that he could not help filling the awkwardness with something, so he turned to leave.”
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 2)
by Tom Stuckey
“James had another flicker of what he thought might be hope, it was a strange and distant cry, he thought why when you planned to die love suddenly became readily available again?”
of nurture’s wildness—a novella (ch. 1)
by Tom Stuckey
“But, still, nothing other than confusion mixed in with a feeling of hate was discernible. It was a strange mix, a distant emotion that was ready and waiting to be brought up on the mind’s demand.”
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (prologue)
by Tom Stuckey
“He had the look of someone who could only make sense of information put to him in quantitative form, such as excel word sheets; anything that was un-quantifiable was illness, a waste to be gotten rid of.”