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    The House of My Four Mothers & More of the Macabre
    The House of My Four Mothers & More of the Macabre
    The House of My Four Mothers & More of the Macabre
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    The House of My Four Mothers & More of the Macabre

    By Randal J. Junior

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    Welcome to the world of speculative fiction where fantasy melds into horrible incantations of a technological future that speaks in numbers and sleeps with unblinking eyes. The rabbit-hole has never been deeper as we delve for answers in the forgotten memories of a childhood that never was; God has many names but Bob is just as good as any. Bob is everything but stillness when the sun doth refuse to shine. But Bob is even better. He was there to blow my mind. If a guitar breaks in the forest and no one ate the brown acid then did the wood become a forest? Or is the bear just a metaphor for universal knowledge and the useless freedoms that we trap in lettered pages? The genie in the bottle may be right under our noses but he won’t go back in without a spoonful of gypsies.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRandal J. Junior
    Release dateJan 25, 2018
    ISBN9781370878802
    The House of My Four Mothers & More of the Macabre
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    Randal J. Junior

    As a student of literature for the past eight years, the author has endeavoured to learn the art of compression; reducing the infinite into the barest minimum of words required to hook the reader’s interest, cast doubt within their mind and then dispel it with either an inconclusive twist or an enduring sense of finality. As a failed student of philosophy, Randal J. Junior has been beaten into the school of weary acceptance after finding that all human endeavour is fraught with either idealism or an opportunistic narcissism. But she/he still has faith in humanity and believes that we all learn something new every day.

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      The House of My Four Mothers & More of the Macabre - Randal J. Junior

      ‘The House of My Four Mothers’ & More of the Macabre

      Copyright 2018 Randal J. Junior

      Published by Randal J. Junior at Smashwords

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      Table of Contents

      Acknowledgements

      Mother Doesn’t Die Inside Us

      Prophet of the Last Resort

      Long in the Tooth

      i-Dalek

      The House of My Four Mothers

      Flowers for Principal City

      America Will Eat Itself

      About the Author

      Other Books by Randal J. Junior

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      Acknowledgements

      I would like to acknowledge the help of my university lecturers; the ones that introduced me to so many incredible writers and encouraged me to follow in their footsteps; and also the ones who flunked me out of a Science-Fiction class, thereby setting me on a lifelong quest to prove them wrong.

      Mother Doesn’t Die Inside Us

      ‘A wet, seed wild in the hot, blind earth; that’s what I am. A shape for a lack what hasn’t got a name. Jeffers-town is where our blood goes to boil but it’s not where we came from. We knows where we came from. We came from the hollow and that’s where we’ll go when we’re ready to get good and dead. We won’t need the mules to carry us on a wagon; we won’t never go that far. We’ll be at the other end of the shovel while stiff-leg brother and the book-grab-man lays rocks and words to keep us at the bottom of the hole.

      The book-grab-man knows us from beginning to end; from here to there and back again. He knew us before he even got started. Watching those men dig holes in the lumps of brown-mountain-coal while the sun was sleeping in the furnace. The words are heavy on his tongue as he lays them down in the hollow. We feel them on our unborn skin; hot and heavy from the book of blinding seeds. He never runs out of words to keep us down, down in the hollow; the words are never-ending, like the tail of a fish.

      Uncle says his mother is a fish. Our mother is warm. I think I am a fish. I can swim-bump my way back to the river-bridge but I won’t never get out of the hollow. There are some places you can’t swim to and some places you can’t swim out of and the hollow is one of those places, but I’ll be with mother and that will be good. Then I’ll be ready to get dead for a long time and the bird-friends will come to visit and they’ll wish they could taste my teeth and bones but stiff-leg brother will make a box and the bird-friends won’t know any better.

      Mother mustn’t

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