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Work

(Notes found in the journal of Steve Escalier, resident of Holloway, London.) I lay on my bed, in my bedsit in the decaying basement, and listened to the late summer rain, its effluvient fingers as unceasing in their agitations upon … Continue reading

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The Agoraphobic Runner

(Notes from the journal of Steve Escalier, a resident of Holloway, London. 20th August 20. Exact year unknown.) It was dead-end sentiments and looping thoughts that occupied my days and nights. And so these elements will compose the tale of … Continue reading

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The Cage

The remnant of a scented candle that occupied the shelf above the tee vee set was flickering. Harold knew that Doreen wouldn’t overlook the condition of the candle for too long. The fragrance was that of jasmine and, in all … Continue reading

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Platform Number Eight

Inhaling as if someone had been trying to suffocate him, Steve gasped as he found himself in a room that he couldn’t recognize. In front of him was a face and its mouth gaped open and he could smell stale … Continue reading

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Shelved

I’m working as I always do seven days a week at Doc Moreau’s. My BOSS is droning on, sending me on tasks around the supermarket. Perhaps a boss that’s human might be easier to deal with and I could elude … Continue reading

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