Tomorrow they will be wrong, today they are absolutely right; the age is always wrong when it is dead. Jean-Paul Sartre, ‘Writing for one’s age’ When the present becomes the past, it opens itself up for reflection. People will always find things to criticise in hindsight, and it is impossible […]
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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.