Sport

By Louis Rives Sport was an odd thing in school, a semi-mandatory year wide expose of everyone’s physical ineptitude. For Continue reading →

£3.50

By Louis Rive Everyone had jobs as paperboys. Trekking aimlessly through the Edinburgh winter with Ikea catalogues and double-glazing sales Continue reading →

Commuter Hell

By Louis Rive Commuter hell. They were supposed to be on strike those work shy bastards. I have sunk the Continue reading →

Waiter

By Louis Rive The argon light hums in a back room. There are no windows so gradually the flickering cylinder Continue reading →

You see Bambi, I see antlers on the wall…

By Blake Rackley November 5th, 2011, 5am. I was woken by my friend’s dad. I didn’t get out of bed Continue reading →

Animal Magic

(via) By Louis Rive I dream about working. Literally. When I fall asleep the repetitive nature of my job means Continue reading →

Broken Biscuits

By Louis Rive Broken bloody biscuits. I hadn’t the heart to tell my gran that I could buy shortbread in Continue reading →

Chapter 6: No battle is ever won. (1984)

By Alyssa Lindley Kilzer Richard I found out the next day. The police came down to my house, took my Continue reading →