Fiction & Humour

I can go upward, I can float, the limit is the same to the mud but a hundred yards up is enough to see the city through the trees and it is not dark but it is night and of course it is not light …

It wasn’t an immediate bond, oh I’ll be the first to admit it! When Lavinia brought me round for the first time, you and I didn’t gel. She had told me all about you of course, but somehow I still wasn’t ready…

Uma still isn’t sure about the coven, but cheap dim-sum, ley lines, and cash in hand are three things that are hard to argue with for a young woman. She takes a few evening shifts when they‘re going, but tries to avoid the drama associated with her co-workers.

The Western cemetery at Highgate is a verdant mess. Abandoned to the elements for decades, the ornate tombs and grave markers of the long dead are subsumed by green and brown, branch and vine and thorn…

Halfway to Highgate, the abandoned railway line cuts through the high ground of Crouch End and is suddenly a valley cosseted on all sides by towering trees- their upmost branches reach across the path to each other and tenderly caress…

According to a recent survey from the Liaison of Incredibly Esoteric Statistics (LIES), millennials are the biggest drain on our society, responsible for all current and historical fuck-ups. It’s believed they brought the plague to London in 1348 and have continued to spread poverty and discontent throughout the city ever since…

Now that the search for a new home was complete – she’d lost entire evenings to viewing some tragic dumps: landlords must think people were desperate; Deni had begun to think she was – Deni swung her attention back to embracing as much of London life as she could…