Luke Lawson
Bio
I am Luke Lawson
Stories (52/0)
WOBBLY
DAMIAN IS THIS guy who used to rent out a small section of the back yard. He built a shed out there in the corner out of wood and stuff he found on the side of the street. It was a good shed I gotta say, it had a big long extension lead that ran from the house all the way down the yard to his cabin. I liked Damian.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
THE PEOPLE
I USED TO play in this punk band named THE PEOPLE and we were playing this local festival called TOTAL FORCE STRIKE at a bowls club. I liked those gigs because there was never a stage, the band was just on the same level as the punters and everything felt right.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
THE PEAR TREE
HOW MANY PEOPLE ever change. They do all the time, every second. “The whole world is a stupid beautiful stage” I wrote in my notebook under the pear tree in my grandmother’s backyard. Then I went walking around the side of the pool she’d just had installed. She was so proud of that pool but for some reason nobody ever included me in either side of the family; maybe that was my decision.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
DUMBACHE
‘YOU NEED TO figure out food for next week’ Margaret said to me early in the morning. I wanted a cigarette, some coffee, and to think about whatever it is that I think about. It’s not usually about food. I’m a coeliac and my relationship with food is odd. I’ve never eaten much, or well; because food has always seemed like a punishment to me. I hate walking to the store, hearing the awful music, standing in lines, and having to bear fluorescent lighting - then having to pay for food that will make me feel ill and walk it all home, and even then spend hours cooking it. I’d rather just draw a picture of Spider-Man and throw it in the bin than eat food sometimes. I live on sticks and twigs, pebbles and pieces of glass I find on the pavement.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
EVERYBODY IS LOST BUT ME
EVERYBODY IS LOST BUT ME “EVERYBODY’S LOST BUT me,” I thought. And I puffed away at my cigarette and sipped at my tea. It’s good tea; I got it form T2 – you can just go right in there and get some. It’s called fruity something. I dunno, I just told the clerk I wanted something fruity tasting with goji berries and she handed it to me. If you buy two boxes of tea they do a deal and you get this really great flask.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
THE RED BULL
I WAS SCRUBBING a red acrylic paint off a statue of a bull in the sink that a girlfriend had given to me to apologise for cheating on me. She knew I always wanted a bull statue but she thought a red one would look better. Anyways, it was meant to be white and I scrubbed that paint right off and there was beautiful lacquered shiny white underneath. I never managed to totally get the red coloring off its feet - there's felt under the feet.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction