Written for Like the Prose 2021

Slightly further out in the highly charted and urban end of the Western spiral arm of the Galaxy, the Orion-Cygnus arm to be precise, lies a small (and very much regarded by the people of Earth) red dwarf sun. Orbiting this at a distance of 0.4 times that of Earth’s…

Written for Like the Prose 2021

bath powders by Olivier Bruchez

The smell disappeared first. I used to work in the Lush in King’s Cross St Pancras train station. It was a dizzying rush. I would spend all day listening to a musical cycle: splashes and sloshes of soaps washing skin in ceramic bowls, cut…

Written for Like the Prose 2021

Edward Saville led a punctual life. Everyone knew this. It was the only way he could be as prolific an author as he was. He started every morning at 7.00 am with a morning swim in his private pool. At 7.30 AM, he would…

Written for Like the Prose 2021

This is Biscuits
Good Morning, Biscuits!
It is 7 AM, Biscuits is waking up.
It is 8 AM, Biscuits is eating breakfast.
It is 9 AM, Biscuits is doing exercise.
It is 10 AM, Biscuits is writing an email.
It is 11 AM, Biscuits is walking outside.
It is Noon, Biscuits is eating lunch.
It is 1 PM, Biscuits is listening to music.
It is 2 PM, Biscuits is baking a cake.
It is 3 PM, Biscuits is having a nap.
It is 4 PM, Biscuits is playing chess.
It is 5 PM, Biscuits is reading a book.
It is 6 PM, Biscuits is eating dinner.
It is 7 PM, Biscuits is going to bed.
Good Night, Biscuits!

Written for Like The Prose 2021

Photo by Shelby L. Bell

When I walk through church cemeteries, I will occasionally sing to the gravestones, usually the song God Rest You Merry, Gentleman. While this may seem like an odd activity, I now know that at least part of its rationale comes from privilege. …

Written for Like The Prose 2021

I walk to the kitchen. I don’t remember why I chose to come in here. Did I need…? What did I need? Someone’s tea is just sitting here. They didn’t tidy up. Maybe it was the lady. The lady never does. I clean the…

Written for Like The Prose 2021

Downtown Flatonia, Texas by Renelibrary

One Sunday morning, the population of Paradise, Texas woke up to find that their number had grown from 150 to 151. The previous night, at around 1 AM, a man had walked into the village and knocked at the door of Dave, the owner…

Written for Like the Prose 2021

“Do you know what depression is, kid?”

Rick sat back on his haunches, picked up his whiskey glass and shot its contents down his throat. A look somehow of both pain and the relief of pain flashed across his eyes as he picked up…

James Curtis

Co-founder of Radical Engineers. On a mission to create a world where passion can inform ambition. Interested in how technology can expand creative industries.

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