100 days | 100 paintings

Miniatures inspired by my novel White Boy

  • THE NOVEL
  • CHAPTERS
    • Chapter 1
    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Chapter 10
    • Chapter 11
    • Chapter 12
    • Chapter 13
    • Chapter 14
    • Chapter 15
    • Chapter 16
    • Chapter 17
    • Chapter 18
  • THE PROJECT
  • ABOUT ME
No 1

No. 1

The White Boy…

  • Title

No. 2

… melting into sparkling water drops…

  • Chapter 1

No. 3

… a swan with human eyes…

  • Chapter 1

No. 4

… I’m fascinated by the whiteness…

  • Chapter 1

No. 5

… her eyes meeting mine…

  • Chapter 1

No. 6

… half hidden in the shadows…

  • Chapter 1

No. 7

… thaw is on the way…

  • Chapter 1

No. 8

… as flat as a dubbeltje…

  • Chapter 1

No. 9

… the wind on my face…

  • Chapter 2

No. 10

… smell the freshly turned earth…

  • Chapter 2

No. 11

… a man for nylon tights…

  • Chapter 2

No. 12

… crisp rattling sounds scatter…

  • Chapter 2

No. 13

… something moving in the woods…

  • Chapter 2

No. 14

… I’m here now…

  • Chapter 2

No. 15

… my dearest friend…

  • Chapter 3

No. 16

… my dearest friend…

  • Chapter 3

No. 17

… a most horrifying instrument…

  • Chapter 3

No. 18

… don’t believe everything…

  • Chapter 3

No. 19

… as if I’m not alone…

  • Chapter 3

No. 20

… your soul is as black as coal…

  • Chapter 4

No. 21

… I don’t know everything…

  • Chapter 4

No. 22

… tiny drops glistening in the sun…

  • Chapter 4

No. 23

… tell me about the murder…

  • Chapter 4

No. 24

… who told you that…

  • Chapter 4

No. 25

…this feels too intimate…

  • Chapter 5

No. 26

… even though he is a gentleman…

  • Chapter 5

No. 27

… his father’s eyes cast up…

  • Chapter 5

No. 28

… and his hands fidgeting…

  • Chapter 5

No. 29

… they were our age when they died…

  • Chapter 6

No. 30

… it belongs to your house…

  • Chapter 6

No. 31

… two swans, not one?…

  • Chapter 6

No. 32

… my stomach turns by the memory of it…

  • Chapter 6

No. 33

… the first step towards becoming a real Catholic…

  • Chapter 7

No. 34

… holding the Holy Communion in front of my opened mouth…

  • Chapter 7

No. 35

… closing the church gate behind him…

  • Chapter 7

No. 36

… he tries to scoop them out…

  • Chapter 8

No. 37

… I needed something for me dinner…

  • Chapter 8

No. 38

… a fiver for both…

  • Chapter 8

No. 39

… pansies symbolize thoughts…

  • Chapter 8

No. 40

… I watch the car speed off…

  • Chapter 8

No. 41

… sugary surface of the tarmacadam…

  • Chapter 9

No. 42

… is something wrong with ya…

  • Chapter 9

No. 43

… she swallowed a moth…

  • Chapter 9

No. 44

… I’m so sorry…

  • Chapter 9

No. 45

… the rhythms of the wind and the music…

  • Chapter 10

No. 46

… it seems strange to walk with him…

  • Chapter 10

No. 47

… nobody expects ya to do that…

  • Chapter 10

No. 48

… she notices the cross…

  • Chapter 10

No. 49

… after dinner he leaves immediately…

  • Chapter 10

No. 50

… a lovely sight, so it is…

  • Chapter 10

No. 51

… he looks at his own hands, and retches…

  • Chapter 10

No. 52

… my forehead against the cold window…

  • Chapter 10

No. 53

… a hand grabs my arm…

  • Chapter 11

No. 54

… ploughed blocks of mud lay in neat rows…

  • Chapter 11

No. 55

… her pink tongue lies lank…

  • Chapter 11

No. 56

… this animal belongs in a deep freeze…

  • Chapter 11

No. 57

… white flakes stick to his eyelashes…

  • Chapter 11

No. 58

… you would think me a fish with gills…

  • Chapter 11

No. 59

… the colour of a moonless night…

  • Chapter 11

No. 60

… I pull the yellow ribbon and open the sealed letter…

  • Chapter 12

No. 61

… how could he attack the lamb the way he did…

  • Chapter 12

No. 62

… my eye catches something…

  • Chapter 12

No. 63

I was so struck by this strange scene that I…

  • Chapter 12

No. 64

… when I hear the gravel crunch beneath his tyres I know…

  • Chapter 13

No. 65

… are ya calling me kind…

  • Chapter 13

No. 66

… I crouch down and stare back at him…

  • Chapter 13

No. 67

… I know he’s dead…

  • Chapter 13

No. 68

… tears start to sting my eyes again…

  • Chapter 13

No. 69

… have you seen the mirrors…

  • Chapter 13

No. 70

… does existence have an end too…

  • Chapter 13

No. 71

… his engine screeching as he accelerates…

  • Chapter 13

No. 72

… shadows linger between the trees…

  • Chapter 14

No. 73

… dragging his heels through the sodden…

  • Chapter 14

No. 74

… he would sit by her when her cough was a gravely one…

  • Chapter 14

No. 75

… the fecking eejit wants to go home, does he ……

  • Chapter 14

No. 76

… he could if he had the inclination…

  • Chapter 14

No. 77

… since the day she died…

  • Chapter 14

No. 78

… they’re faster than the banshee herself…

  • Chapter 14

No. 79

… himself screaming blue murder once the horse be discovered…

  • Chapter 14

No. 80

… been to the post office already…

  • Chapter 15

No. 81

… oh by the way…

  • Chapter 15

No. 82

… the trees and plants will eat at its soul…

  • Chapter 15

No. 83

… let my coat flutter…

  • Chapter 15

No. 84

… watch me with curious eyes…

  • Chapter 15

No. 85

… and see them shoot away when…

  • Chapter 15

No. 86

… black silhouettes against the brightness of the sky…

  • Chapter 15

No. 87

… and the blueness of the sky above…

  • Chapter 15

No. 88

… I feel a coldness on my face…

  • Chapter 15

No. 89

… and slowly open my eyes…

  • Chapter 15

No. 90

… when the sounds of the cars die away…

  • Chapter 16

No. 91

… his voice tickles my skin…

  • Chapter 16

No. 92

… I want to know more…

  • Chapter 16

No. 93

… fluttering lightly through space…

  • Chapter 17

No. 94

… yes, of course…

  • Chapter 17

No. 95

… I’m not sure anymore…

  • Chapter 17

No. 96

… but has he given up on his dream of…

  • Chapter 17

No. 97

… I see my reflection in the arched window…

  • Chapter 18

No. 98

… and looks at my lips a few moments before…

  • Chapter 18

No. 99

… I watch Conn as I walk away…

  • Chapter 18,
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No. 100

… I suppress the urge to touch his hand…

  • Chapter 18

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  • THE NOVEL
  • CHAPTERS
    • Chapter 1
    • Chapter 2
    • Chapter 3
    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Chapter 10
    • Chapter 11
    • Chapter 12
    • Chapter 13
    • Chapter 14
    • Chapter 15
    • Chapter 16
    • Chapter 17
    • Chapter 18
  • THE PROJECT
  • ABOUT ME
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