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Okay, here I was, walking towards the café. I didn’t know many libraries so he said Gecko Coffee House, near where I was working. I was so used to parking at work I completely forgot how much a pain it was to park anywhere in the city. ‘Coffee place? For writing? Wow, how beautiful and cliché,’ Jake sneered into my ear. ‘Join your douchebag clang.’ Not now. I had a meeting. Clutching my folders in both hands as tight as I could, I kept walking

‘Hi Nathanial, I have read your work and it is brilliant, the one about the Old Woman in Trance is fantastic, you got a lot of editorial work to do, but this has potential! You’ve got this knack with characters. I look forward to more, well done on your work so far! Don’t give up. Kind regards, CC.’ Leaning back on my chair, I let out a long-tired sigh. My phone beeped out loud. Oh. Food was done then. I stared hard at my phone before glancing back at the laptop screen. I had

It’s 2018 and Londoner Nathanial Greystone is a twenty-five-year-old waiter who works at a charity ball and he has an online blog. Nathanial starts showing signs of having schizophrenia and he is too frighted and ashamed to let anyone know. He meets rising star comedian Charlie Conray and meets someone called AJ online. As his relationship with both of them strengthens and his career working in the writing industry starts to climb, the worse his health gets to the point he questions if any of this is real or if he really deserves anything good. Can Nathaniel find the strength to help himself before it’s too late.

‘Hello? Hello? Sir?’ I take a sharp increase of breath. My eyes are still heavy from last night. I snatch a glance up. The sun is blazing behind this person, and I squint a little more. It’s an older man. He bends down, I can see his black robes, his white collar, and greying thin hair. He’s smiling at me. Blue eyes, and they’re full of kindness. ‘Are you okay, son?’ My back aches from lying against the wooden church door all

The night of the accident The bar was busy. Which was good. Crowds of people in their high-end fashion flare and pints all around. People in good roaring spirit. Arjan smiled as he leaned into the bar, the barmen all busy pouring as many drinks as they could, the smell of alcohol wasn’t too overwhelming. There was a loud chattering of people, he looked around. He barely recognised some of them, not that they hadn’t aged well but probably aged better. Not t

The next day Arjan came in with almost a sprint in his step. ‘Oh, Arjan!’ the head nurse catches up to him, running. ‘Oh, morning!’ Arjan grins, as he takes off his coat. ‘Morning,’ the nurse pants and grins, she hands him a note. ‘We’ve put you in the west area today.’ ‘West?’ Arjan stares at the notes in his hand. The west was far away from his normal workstation. ‘I mean, yeah. Sure. Not a problem.’ Nothing

Tom wakes up in a UK hospital and has no memory of who he is. The more he finds out about who he is supposed to be, the more disappointed he is, and he can’t seem to shake off the fact he feels he has a historic connection with the Sikh male nurse that is supporting him.

It’s bright. White everywhere. It smells like metallic, or is it chemicals, he can’t tell. The smell makes him feel uncomfortable. His eyes hurt when he opens them like he’s been punched in the face. The more he opens his eyes the more he takes in the pale walls. A large window at the side, there’s a bunch of bare trees outside. Next to him there’s a small table with a jar of water and a mix match of small and large cards. All get better soon cards. The machine on his other side is beeping and t

It had been a few months now. Casso was in the news. Serial killer in Norway finally caught. Number of victims is forty and still counting. Dustin and his friends were all back in the UK. Dustin’s aunt protected him from the media. His friends hung out with him in his room. Today it was Anne and Al who were with him. His beard was now shaved, his hair cut and he was putting weight back on again. His throat was still healing.

Smashing the skull onto the floor, he picked up a sharded piece of bone. He tried to turn the screw but it still struggled to turn. Dustin was running out of time. He looked down on his jeans. There were buttoned jeans. He pulled hard and got one of the buttons off the jeans. Using the buttons and the bone, he pressed hard into the screws and eventually they began to move. He burst into a massive smile and focused all his energy into unscrewi

The door banged open to the basement and Casso came in. He unchained Dustin from the bed and brough him up the stairs. Casso laughed, ‘Some kids walking up here. Fresh meat, gonna get me gun out tonight.’ Dustin said nothing as Casso walked him outside. Casso had been out a while and Dustin had to wait for him to come back to go to the toilet. Casso had him toilet trained now. He took Dustin outside and as Dustin relieved his bladder, Casso m

Friends View - after weeks of searching ‘Two mountains!’ shouted Al, pointing his finger. ‘Southwards, this time, let’s go.’ Ronda lagged behind as the group of friends rushed forward. She had the police’s number ready on her phone. She looked up nervously and then jogged slowly to catch up with her friends. They were so keen on rescuing him but Ronda didn’t want to be the accidental death of her best friend, she couldn’t live with that. They had been lo

Dustin sat on the mattress, the room smelt awful of pungent damp and mould. The wall was so wet and slimy and the floor was starting to dry off with all the water. Casso had managed to fix the pipe. Dustin also got the joys of mopping the floor. He then got pushed over onto the floor by Casso who dragged him around the floor, yelling at him and kicking him hard in the stomach. But then he left and Dustin lay there on the floor, his face scratched up and stingi

Friends View It had been a few days since Alexander received the message. He didn’t believe it at first. Was it a hoax? Alexander passed his phone to the police. But all the friends hung out in the hotel room, all pondering what it meant, if it was real. They didn’t know much of his life before college, Dustin never talked about it in detail. He stayed with his aunty and his dad was in prison. He never mentioned his mum. ‘Why would he text

One cold night, Dustin thought he would try out his plan. He had been putting it off for a while as if it went wrong, he could die. He went over and over in his head. He had to go for it and he was terrified. He needed something to happen in the basement to cause a distraction long enough so he could get on that phone. He noticed the pipes in the corner of the room. He didn’t know if there was any water going through them. He could reach over and make a hole an