I thought kindness had vanished, prey to the desperate. I scooped the snow with my pitchfork hands. It would be enough to trick the jaw and stomach as it would not melt even as it rolled down my throat, cheating the pain of death. They nearly left me there, this […]
FICTION
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When she was away for university, Rhea reminisced about the only place she found belonging, Mouldon, serenity forever preserved, alone among the Taw Valley of Wiltshire. Now she wanted nothing but to escape it. Her parents were always arguing, making home so cramped that every wall felt drawn apart like […]
When a 1920s English noblewoman becomes obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of Hannah Lightfoot, she discovers that the world is very uncertain.
This was a writing exercise. Therefore, this is unedited, so it will inevitably contain historical errors and awkward sentences. Here, this small patch of turf, in front of his house, desecrated by the mounds of earthworms, was his. No more plantations. No more native servants scattering about with bags of […]
Once the world greened again, saplings and weeds crept through tarmac, groaning as they pushed through the surface, letting the air cleanse their lungs, like a lick of honey upon a famished tongue. and this is how things are naturally. And in the lands you felled, flesh sprouted on […]
He left the club early that night, nodding to the bouncer on his way out through the back gate. Crowds roamed between the bright signs of the kebab houses and the clubs. He was, so he thought, the only one walking away. A wrong turn down Quarry Road, brought him […]
Duncan is the last of his kind, the only one left fighting the death of his local community. He doesn't want to be either.
Who is the criminal and who is the noble? The Lord of Swindon complicates our distinctions of good and evil.