The Roanoke Patent was a bill passed by the House of Commons, detailing Walter Raleigh’s rights to settle in the parts of North America not already claimed by a Christian power. The bill was not necessary as Queen Elizabeth I had already granted Raleigh these powers. Do whatever the fuck you want. Do whatever the…
The room falls silent in anticipation. I don’t know what to expect. I’ve been told to prepare myself by someone who didn’t like me years ago. The double doors to the room open and she makes her entrance. Her hair is curled at the front, her wedding dress gently brushes the floor as she is…
October 12th I pray for a return to before his darkness seeped into every room and even the corners of my mind are vignetted by him. The situation has only proceeded to worsen, the beast persists in his harrowing of me. I’m tired, tired of fearing the presence who is so well versed in concealment.…
When my grandfather, Thomas (Tommy to those who knew him) passed away after a lengthy battle with dementia, my mother found his diaries in his house. What you have just read is a reimagining of those diaries, an attempt to illustrate the degradation of the man I knew. The actual diaries mostly contained everyday information…
Under freshly greyed skies The neighbour’s washing lines up Like convicts facing the hangman The rain may wash away sins But it also removes the freshly laundered smell Brenda’s blouse receives a dousing I could take them down But it seems intrusive Like knocking on the door And asking if they’ve ever been Betrayed by…
14th September I am awoken by a snort. But where did it come from? I look at the clock, all the numbers gather on one side, almost spinning like a Catherine wheel. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, the shadows settle on the room. She is asleep next to me, maybe she made the…
You learnt to drive on a moped 50 cc’s of freedom As a young man on two wheels You’re vulnerable, unsure. There was a young woman And you smashed her heart You put on your helmet And just rode away. So then you got a car And maybe you were more aware Of the blind…
Fickle fanciful fakery Fifteen years of knowingly Destroying the known Renting restless residue Resisting the obvious Days taken down the drain. Emptying everything endless Egotism in oblivion Where everything waves. Socially sponsored suicide Specially created Just for you alone. Boyish buoyancy breaks But maturity Lets you down Intrigue in insensible Insulation From unwarranted attack
You caught me red wine handed With stained teeth From bleeding gums Like a jager bomb had gone off In my head Leaving television static You caught me in a locked bag But everyone Has a set of keys You caught me under tall glass As I scuttled Across the floor And lifted me with…
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“Where are you going?” said Benjamin, sitting up. Edward did not reply as he exited the door. Benjamin was right behind him. “What’s going on?” said Benjamin. Edward was frantically running around the plinth stacked with wood. “Erm hello?!” said Benjamin. “I saw him again,” said Edward, “the guy with the horse and cart, there…
Around lunch time a heavy rain set in, It was next to impossible to see out of the windows without being sprayed. The roof was leaking and each man had adjusted his mat to one of the few dry spots. Benjamin was on duty and Edward sat huddled under his shawl. With every hour of…
The sun was setting. The light through the stone crack that looked to the west lit the opposite wall with a long, thin, slither. Edward was lying on his mat, drifting in and out of sleep. Benjamin paced slowly around the circular room, pausing at each of the four cracks that led to the outside…
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