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Final Year - First chapter

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Final Year - First chapter

    First impressions are very rarely made well when a death is involved.  Following the slow and cambered spine of the M25 it was hard to fully understand what had happened just half an hour before, though I knew it could have gone better.  Mrs. Forbes – Ellen, as she had awkwardly insisted upon – would have been a sobering sight on a good day, but staid in black and stained by tears she was damned-near heartbreaking.    We had never met before.  Not really, not personally.  I had spoken to her once or twice on the phone, picking up Jason's mobile whilst he was in the shower, or locked away in his room.  He always left his mobile

No Accident

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No Accident

    I sat today for hours on Hampstead Heath, counting the spires beyond the parkland.  There’s a nest of a city out there, these streets and buildings that intertwine so delicately as to hold each other together.  I used to see the churches as stray twigs – they stuck out awkwardly with their spires; I never thought them necessary in the overall structure of the city: they were an ugly distraction that at best simply kept the naïve off the streets from ten until twelve on a Sunday morning.  Today though, the churches were different – tall, pointy question marks asking that
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Final Year - First chapter

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Final Year - First chapter

    First impressions are very rarely made well when a death is involved.  Following the slow and cambered spine of the M25 it was hard to fully understand what had happened just half an hour before, though I knew it could have gone better.  Mrs. Forbes – Ellen, as she had awkwardly insisted upon – would have been a sobering sight on a good day, but staid in black and stained by tears she was damned-near heartbreaking.    We had never met before.  Not really, not personally.  I had spoken to her once or twice on the phone, picking up Jason's mobile whilst he was in the shower, or locked away in his room.  He always left his mobile

No Accident

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No Accident

    I sat today for hours on Hampstead Heath, counting the spires beyond the parkland.  There’s a nest of a city out there, these streets and buildings that intertwine so delicately as to hold each other together.  I used to see the churches as stray twigs – they stuck out awkwardly with their spires; I never thought them necessary in the overall structure of the city: they were an ugly distraction that at best simply kept the naïve off the streets from ten until twelve on a Sunday morning.  Today though, the churches were different – tall, pointy question marks asking that

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A Bird In The Hand

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  • Dec 13
  • United Kingdom
  • Deviant for 12 years
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My Bio
Current Residence: Nottingham
Favourite genre of music: Independent Folk
Favourite photographer: My dad.
Favourite style of art: Think Toulouse Lautrec.
Operating System: THX-1138
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen
Wallpaper of choice: Homebase, £6.99 per roll. Flowery.
Skin of choice: I\'m happy with my own, thanks.
Favourite cartoon character: Posh Giraffe
Personal Quote: 'Because THAT'S the kind of heterosexual man that I am!'

Favourite Visual Artist
Charles Chaplin
Favourite Movies
Die Hard
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Elbow
Favourite Writers
A.A. Milne, perhaps. Or Nick Hornby. Maybe Capote or Hemingway.
Other Interests
Reading, writing and arithmatic. Except, not the last one.

Things (Like a Walk in the Park)

Things (Like a Walk in the Park)

So, I finished uni. Huzzah for that. I'm back home now, having spent much of my free time over the last few months writing, drinking and playing football down the park with friends. Turns out I'm pretty good in goal, as long as it's one of those tiny ones that I fill about 80% of. This Saturday an old friend and I are venturing into the woodlands around my village on what will most certainly amount to a photo-taking exercise. I'd link you to her on here via the magic of HTML, but I am no internet wizard. No internet wizard at all. Still, look forward to the fruits of that adventure. If the sun pays us a visit later, I may pop out into the b

The End Is Nigh(ish)

The End Is Nigh(ish)

I'm on the home run when it comes to university at the moment. The landing strip is in sight, and the light is at it's end. The mixed metaphors are abound and I am utterly swamped by work. I'm reading Graham Greene non-stop right now - though I'd been stuck on Brighton Rock since Christmas, I've finished that, read another since, and am now slogging through Heart of the Matter. It's not a slog because I'm not enjoying it, mind you - I've just never found forced reading as easy as the casual alternative. Still, come May 8th I'm finished with university and have ounces - literally *ounces* of free time to spend reading as casually as I like,

No Promises

No Promises

Well, maybe one... I'm working on a project for a friend that has a very distinct deadline of, like, three days from now. I haven't really started it yet though. Not so good. Oh well. We'll see. Look forward to it. No title yet. But it's a step away from my normal photos and doodles. Watercolour pencils. Possibly ink. Relying on family advice for some of these things. Other than that, no promises. I keep saying things I'm gonna do and then, maybe even just because I said I'd do them, I don't. Still. And I'm about make another promise. Have to write a story for one of my classes, and so you might just see that yet. Anyway. No more promises o

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