Marcus Brown

Marcus Brown

Note: the names have been changed for the sake of privacy. This story is about Marcus Brown, but first, I need to tell you about coffee shops. The next time you visit a coffee shop lay on the ground. Don’t offer any explanation. Just lay there for a solid 30-seconds,...
A Jubilee Encounter

A Jubilee Encounter

Through the crowd, a voice cut through, ‘You have a lucky face’. Weaving through the jubilee bustle, I’d ducked down Bow Street to skirt the edge of the celebratory storm that stretched from Buckingham Palace to Leicester Square and overflowed into...
Almost Giving Up Alcohol

Almost Giving Up Alcohol

Trigger warning: this story mentions drink spiking. At 24, I decided to give up alcohol for the year. Well, 99% of the year. A month before my birthday, I had my drink spiked. It was a blackout moment for me. I was at a party with dire wolves, caged dancers, and...
Speilburgers

Speilburgers

What we gain in luxury, we lose in community. Sometimes that’s brilliant. Community can be the undoing of many joys. Take community peanuts. They’re theoretically a fun snack, but sharing is certainly not caring after being touched by a few unwashed hands....
Chickens in the Attic

Chickens in the Attic

‘I’ve been told to tell you that you need to check your pidge’. She buzzed with mulled wine and held my gaze, seeing if her message had made it through the Christmas jingles playing in the Old Kitchen Bar. It hadn’t, so she urged me with her...
Jamie’s Butterfly

Jamie’s Butterfly

The butterfly’s first mistake was visiting my balcony. His wings were the colour of optimism, and he’d popped by after spotting the greenery growing in my plant pots. He would flutter and land, flutter and land, acknowledging each plant with a quick perch like a...