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#cuckooreviewer Phoebe went to @QueensHall to see @Blackeyedtheatr's TEECHERS. She reckons Mr Gove should go. ow.ly/mb3AC
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& while we're on a winning streak.. if you'd like to support our work with young writers,do it here: mydonate.bt.com/events/cuckoo… *cheeky cuckoo*
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Cuckoo is EXTREMELY grateful and super excited at having a writing prize for Northern young writers next year! Thanks guys! *blushes*
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Next year we want to have a Cuckoo Prize at #northernwritersawards. Last night, the ace attendees pledged £1,500! newwritingnorth.com/news_deta… …
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.#cuckooreview-er Oli went to Baz's Great Gatsby. HE THINKS IT'S BETTER THAN THE BOOK. Let the fight commence.. ow.ly/m1YEz
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Category Archives: Cuttings
Cecilia
At ten her time, every night, Richard called his wife. Sometimes it would be dawn in Reykjavik, or late afternoon in the Gobi Desert, but Richard kept a timepiece on his left arm tuned to San Diego, and he always … Continue reading
Untitled
I’m so ready to read the world from a different angle. I want to watch the world from above and on nights when there’s something in the sky worth seeing, you and I can drive far away where the lights … Continue reading
Let’s go swimming!
I have never really learnt to swim, have never needed to; just stay away from water, that’s the extent of my tuition, and all I would ever hope to impart upon anyone else. And it isn’t something I’ve ever found … Continue reading
Instructions for Kidnapping a Goblin
Kidnapping a goblin is something not to be undertaken lightly. Please take care, and make sure that a responsible (or irresponsible, but with access to a phone for emergencies) adult is present. First of all, you need to make sure … Continue reading
Looking for Turtles
The Atlantic is shipless tonight. We walk unarmed, guided by the moon and Mon Carlo’s red headlamp. He stops one time to talk to the night watch and wave away sandflies. Halfway through we’re given biscuits, a stool and a … Continue reading
Extract from the Memoirs of Dr Stanley Turnbull
I remember what struck me most when I was out there was the profound difference in language. It was really quite educating to hear the somewhat primitive, but nevertheless entirely unique dialect they had developed. You can travel to most … Continue reading
Bitter Language
In the end, she decided, it didn’t really matter. One way or another. Taken by storm, whirlwind, eyes open, falling. That was the way of life, never quite steady, never solid. Alone, she had given up the ways of islands … Continue reading
December 1943
Knowing something before someone else does and not being able to tell them is incredibly frustrating. Knowing that 80 people in your building are going to die tonight and not being able to warn them is soul-destroying. I had always … Continue reading
Through The Looking Glass
One Today I am one yogurt, five walnuts and ten raisins. Today I am disgusting. I am the hundred crunches and fifty-minute run necessary to fix this and a multitude of other sins; I am the two packets of pills … Continue reading
Granny Smith
“What’s it going to be then, eh?” “I’ll have the grilled cheese sandwich.” “No, you will not!” “Why? If I said I want a grilled cheese sandwich you best give me my fucking sandwich!” “Excuse me, but I refuse to … Continue reading