If nobody else will publish your work, don't sweat it cause we will.
And that doesn't mean we don't have standards, truth is we know that
they unfortunately don't. If you've written a great article, short
story or have something that you think people would want to read - send
it to us and we will publish it here for you. That is if it doesn't
stink!
Send all material to henry@thecrayonroom.com
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As a sneak preview we decided to release the first chapter of Henry Dillon's new novel entitled "Wobbling the Axis with novel Ideas of our Time".
The book can be summed up by the title, a sometimes funny sometimes serious fictional story based heavily on the reality of life.
We hope you enjoy. The book will officially be released toward the middle of 2008.
Chapter 1 - Water Into Whoo Haa
A dog barked from somewhere in the shadowy streets to erratically
sever the quiet, a canine or incisor ripping into the delicate fabric
of the night cloth. Its vulpine howl spilling raspy and raw into the
blackness that loitered beneath a voyeuristic moon shining down on Cana
- a spotlight from heaven searching for recalcitrant and wayward
angels. The stars above Galilee flickered frenetically as though gossip
soaked rumors were being flung about between them, each one twinkling
with nervous speculation from the corner of the eye and then
whimperingly still ......
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by Henry Dillon
short story
It’s four in the morning on the 7th of December, this I’m sure of. This is my seventh cup of coffee since midnight, but I might be wrong about that. It’s about 4 degrees outside and the wind feels colder than it did last night, or the night before for that matter. For some reason it almost feels like I’d feel worse with every degree if the temperature were to rise. |
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by Henry Dillon
short story
It had been an unendingly long day for Ralph, just another never ending long day in a line of never ending long days. But that’s probably how he preferred it, what were his options anyway, go home and jerk of to another soft porn movie. At least if he could afford cable he could go home and jack-off to something worthwhile. But he never met a door to door salesman that went home and jerked of to cable, most of them were half dead anyway.
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by Henry Dillon
article
It’s 2 pm on a Friday and the traffic leaving Jo-burg is outrageous, everybody and their sisters french poodle seem to be leaving town for the weekend. With a truck careening up my rear end my cell rings.
- Hello is this Mr. Dillon?
It is a voice I have never heard before and it’s an overtly friendly one.
- Yes this is he.
- Hello Mr. Dillon my name is Toby from Link World how are you sir.
Bells ring inside my head as I immediately detect the attempted smooth operativeness of a telesales puppet. |
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by Henry Dillon
article
The gate glides open and I drive in. At the front door the beautiful
Marion Park is waiting to welcome me with a warm smile. Before I can
finish a greeting Reg Park’s chest looms round the corner. About a
minute later the rest of him arrives. To say that I would suffice as a
dumbbell in his gym would be noting short of a blatant exaggeration,
for even at the age of eighty the man could still crush me like a pack
of two-minute-noodles.
Wearing a blue gym tracksuit and an enormous smile he invites me in and
before I know it I’m utterly captivated by his gracious demeanor.
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