Tom Stuckey
Tom Stuckey
of nurture’s wildness - a novella (ch. 8)
by Tom Stuckey
“The single shot rang out and echoed, as birds left their places in the trees, and the drum stopped, and Bernard fell to the ground. That was the first death James had seen.”
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.”