Far From The Madding Crowd

January 17, 2025

Navigating Life After Death: Joe’s Journey

Walking to the post office was a very different experience these days. A year ago there had been little to summon his attention away from the wearisome preoccupations of his mind as he ground his zimmer into the pavement. Head down, so determined his neck strained and pulsed continuously, he would drag his body down…

A Fen Beneath The Floorboards

The first sound was always the wind. Not outside, exactly—more like the echo of it, scraped into the bones of the building. It moved through the girders and concrete in slow, tonal sighs, humming beneath the floors like something unmade. At the very top of the Arsenal buildings, high above the Thames, the air pressed…

Living Out Loud: Daps’ Unfiltered Life Story

I don’t talk like this. Lets get that right, straight off the bat. I don’t write like this neither. I don’t know all the fancy words this nonce Tarquin writes with. Any embellishments he makes that dont look like me, is him. Right there see, there’s a word I would never say, not in a…