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Aspiring writer of music, and of words to move your jaded little heart (and mine). Man. 30. From Glasgow. Lover of punk rock and a good yarn. 'Tip Tap Flat: A View of Glasgow', Freight Publishing 2012 - A creative writing anthology in which the short story 'December 26th From Glasgow to Saturn - Glasgow University's Creative Writing Journal. Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of my latest ramblings! David McLintock - Comics and words coming together AT THE SAME TIME. When it began, it began with a lurch. A burst of energy that shocked me as much as it did my wife. Somewhere over my left shoulder a child screamed. I dunno which one it was. When you’re young, shock or terror is verbalised with an androgynous high pitched yelp. It is an amorphous sound. It’s formless, shapeless. Primal. One moment there is silence, the next some vocal chords vibrate and a howl is thrown into the world. An ancient sound from a new source. And there’s something about that sound which is chilling when it comes from your child. I’m now certain that I could recognise my own wean’s scream in a crowd of them. Like a fingerprint. It wasn’t the last time I heard that noise. Her head recoiled and smashed against the handle of the cupboard next to the sink. Her hand shot up to her eye and I pulled back my arm, ready for another swing. The background shriek pulled me out of the stupor,  and yanked my head up from the murk, tossing me into a whole other world of pain. That’s when the lunge forward turned into a lurch. I stopped dead in my tracks. The black and white world of rage suddenly exploded into colour. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” I took a step towards them. They took a step back. Behind me their mum I took another step forward. The kids took another two steps back. I kneeled down and opened my arms. Isla screamed again, dropping her Baymax teddy, tears streaming down her face. Martin put his arm around his sister’s shoulder, both