by Peter Scotchmer | Stories
Finding Her Voice Lou-Ellen Lewis was a quiet girl given to reading. She was not shy, but her reflective disposition discouraged her from revealing her inmost thoughts openly in class. Unlike so many of the other girls, enthusiastic and vital as they tended...
by Peter Scotchmer | Stories
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. –F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby I have often wondered why it is that some slight and unremarkable memories remain strongly embedded in our waking consciousness while others...
by Nigel Scotchmer | Stories
Yes, I do like to vomit upon the carpet under the piano. Of course it is much harder to clean there than it is to clean vomit off the linoleum in the kitchen. Why else would I do there – if not to make them get on their hands and knees? It is obvious that the...
by Peter Scotchmer | Stories
(A Children’s Story for Grown-Ups) Editor’s note: The Pendulum has already swung back to defend Enid Blyton’s Noddy books from charges of racism and of excessive insensitivity to such human afflictions as having large ears. See the Independent...
