It was like a pit opening in her stomach, both dragging and propelling. It was a want and a need to understand – it was a yearning to respect and cherish, but an imperative plea to stay safe… to stay warm… to stay away.

The rift was understandable to me, and that was the worst part. In my best conscious, I could say I did nothing wrong. I could know it too – but the matters of the rift itself are...

Screaming.

In a little town,

miles and miles away.

In a not-so little town.

In a not-so town.

Not anymore.

Screaming,

that plucks and cuts a heartstring.

Screaming.

Here.

Right here.

Can’t you hear?

Can you hear the screaming?

Can you scream?

No.

You can’t scream.

Carts and arms and endless silence,

if you scream.

They won’t be happy,

if you scream.

They will know if you screa...

‘Roscoe’

‘Oh, Hi. Greg.’

**

R:

Greg looks up for a second, before haggering himself back over his laptop. Nonce. I threw my big fuck-off rucksack onto the top bunk – before jumping on the ladder. Made him jump, it was funny. Crawling onto the metal frame, I turn myself, almost midair, in a 360 – landing heavily on a not so comfortable mattress. Still. On the mattress. Nice and comfortab...

I sigh.

There’s a big eye in the sky.

Why?

Could be a trick of light. Could be a lie.

Could be tricking my eye.

Should be a cloud flying by.

Yet I,

can verify,

it is a really big eye,

high up in the sky,

passing by.

It can probably see me masturbating.

...

He should have seen this coming.

His mum had told him to chuck some cream on – which he didn’t because he thought he knew better.

When he woke up, lying on his front, he looked to the left of his bed, and noticed that his lamp had been knocked off his little table. His glasses, too, as well as his keys and a few other bits. Everything was strewn all over the floor. His confusion by this bizarre ...

Jamie was fourteen years old.

A pack of old gum – stale gum. Train ticket. Another train ticket. Receipt for the train tickets. A receipt for whatever it was he had bought at the shop, presumably gum.

A piece of lint. No – not a normal piece of lint. Cosmic lint. Lint, that was cosmic.

If you got close enough, I’m sure you could hear the squeals of tiny little people that live in the fields o...

‘Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back.’

That wasn’t strictly accurate. She’d said this because – yes - I may have inferred she used to be a coward. I would never say that now, naturally… at least, not to her face. However, what I said wasn’t strictly false. She was a coward. Father took us out hunting, as he did every Sunday, but I think this time there was the crushing weight of expe...