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The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)

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The Anarchist (or how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)

A short story about idealism and its literal implications.

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In the works:

- Happy People Live Here
- The Time Traveler's Wife
- Through the Multiverse, Round the Galaxy and Out the Other Side
- Oh Culto!

Take Risk and Take Care,

C.SeanMcGee

The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)

As The Mother spoke, in the background and dressed in a tanned leather saddle, The Father neighed, bucking on his hind legs and almost knocking over a mantle of statuesque trophies and worldly ornaments, his tedious doldrums turning into reckless aggression as his cloven hooves gnashed at the air. He settled quickly though, and as The Teacher rolled his eyes in annoyance, The Father marched back to his stables, pawing his right hand again in a casual kind of boredom that neared on bashful frolicking, inviting The Mother for an evening canter.

The Anarchist (Or how everything I own is covered in a fine red dust)
₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

*political satire making a god awful mockery of not just the left and right wing, but the whole bloody plane*

coming soon to The Free Art Collection

Pensamentos

Many a clear and unpicking thought running through my mind.

I am finsihing a short story, a political satire called The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust).

After this short piece, a final edit of Happy People Live Here and its inevitable release.

Followed by another short story entitled:
The Time Traveler's Wife

And followng my theme of time travel, a novel i will be co-writing with my 4 year old daughter still ye untitled about an ass kicking princess, escaping her demons into multiple dimensions and universes, finding death & sorrow and her own escapism.

Let us open then, our unfoldable minds.

Take Risk and Take Care,

C.SeanMcGee

The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)

“Anarchy” shouted The Teacher. “Anarchy is the only solution.”
Around the class, eyes widened, mouths salivated and veins bulged with hot throbbing blood. It was as if a large clump of bloodied and rotting meat had been lumped before this pack of ravenous and bloodthirsty idealists, now feverish and rabid, famished from starving themselves on moderate theoretical debate.

The Anarchist (or about how everything i own is covered in a fine red dust)

₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

Coming Soon to The Free Art Collection

The Anarchist (or about how all of the things i own are covered in a fine red dust)

On How to Incite an Uprising: The Catalyst

“There needs to be a victim” said the girl. “At the hands of authority. It should be a girl. She needs to be innocuous, someone that the average person can either aspire to, relate to or imagine their own child being. She has to be articulate and educated. You have to be able to think this, just by looking at her, even if you have to squint to make out the grainy photo on the front of a newspaper. She should be white, her eye color is not important but if possible, any color other than brown. Her hair should be tied in a ponytail and she should be attenuate and slender; not bulky, ferine or offensive. Most of all, she should be pretty but not sexual, not like a whore. She should look ordinary, but unmistakably pretty.”

The Anarchist (or about how everything I own is covered in fine red dust)

₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

Coming Soon to The Free Art Collection

The Anarchist (or about how all of my things are covered in a fine red dust)

“It was the sheer number of people” said one of the students, Suha, a pretty girl with black, straw-like hair and a usually mousey type demeanor; a normally impish girl whose waspish voice might have, on any other day, gone unheard and unaffected, lost in the furious buzzing of maniacal ranting of youthful and bearded Gueverian men, and their demure yet callous and officious Beauvoirian compeers.

THE ANARCHIST (or about how all my things are covered in a fine red dust)
₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

a short story about idealism and its literal implications

Happy People Live Here

"My hurt is a different hurt. I have a happy hurt in my mind.”

Happy People Live Here ₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

Happy People Live Here

“Money’s not much of a reason to do anything” said The Gardener. “Money’s like herpes. You only ever know you got it when you go and give it to someone else.”


Happy People Live Here ₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

Happy People Live Here

And it seemed, at that time, that there was a great deal of violence in the world, aside from what was written about, that behind closed doors, under a veil of academia, there was a particular kind of cruelty that was still in fashion; a particular kind of violence against women and a general discord towards life. And it seemed that this violence – this violation, this rape - it was indeed quite ubiquitous and it was ne’er spoken of as much as it was shouted and rallied upon deaf indifference.

Happy People Live Here ₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

**this miserable piece of sapping fiction is coming soon**

Happy People Live Here

The Porter was nodding fast as he spoke. So fast was it that he hardly looked like a learned man in concurrence with his own thoughts. It looked as if he were in the throes of a violent fit and rabid speech was just one of his instinctual lashes.

Happy People Live Here ₢2014 C.SeanMcGee

**Coming soon**