We have 5 posts tagged with "will"

Apr
4th
Written by Lazy Gramophone Press on Monday the 4th of April 2011

We here at Lazy Gramophone Press are currently celebrating the publication of our fifth book: Will Conway Tastes of Ink: A message; A history; A quest; A passing; A death sentence; A claim; A sacrifice; A confession; A loss; Nine stories, some sweet, some rather unsavoury... but all very tasty. W ill Conway's first book, complete... read more

Apr
1st
Written by Lazy Gramophone Press on Friday the 1st of April 2011

Available to buy now from our online shop! A message; A history; A quest; A passing; A death sentence; A claim; A sacrifice; A confession; A loss; Nine stories, some sweet, some rather unsavoury... but all very tasty. Will Conway's first book, complete with illustrations by Daniel Chidgey, is a collection of short stories about life, death and everything in... read more

Oct
4th
Written by Will Conway on Monday the 4th of October 2010

I've had one of the stories, 'Potty Mouth', type-set by Dan 'Prestige' Prescott & printed onto postcards. I've been leaving these in places where people might like to pick them up. I've also stuck them up in toilets around the capital. If anybody has any suggestions of where they'd like to see them, let us know. I'll then go out, buy some more blu-tack, and bring out a wad (ooh-er). They're great... read more

Jan
24th
Written by Lazy Gramophone Press on Sunday the 24th of January 2010

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Sompop. He liked to play in the woods near his home and would always run to his mother with tales of the interesting new creatures he 'd seen. The first time he saw a stoat his mother heard the story a hundred times. One day, he was climbing up a thick tree searching for birds' nests, when a big crow startled him and he fell to the floor and bumped his... read more

Jan
23rd
Written by Sam Rawlings on Saturday the 23rd of January 2010

I will not bend, and so, does that mean I should be broken? Because to me bending is more painful than breaking, is an endurance I am not prepared for. Too often, the only attempt at making sense from death is suffering. Too often, we believe that anything less in life is a blessing, is a gift. Therefore, as we try to hold on to our perceptions, of the expected, of what it is to be... read more

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