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“Is anyone feeling… lost? Confused? A bit?” The class was silent. “Yeah.” He looked up, somewhat shocked, but he must have expected that answer from at least someone. There were a few active participants in the group but more than […]
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Orange! Pair. Trousers! Orange! Pair! Orange… Trousers! Orange! Pair… Trousers. Orange! Trousers. It was coming from one of the teaching rooms, so there was no point in complaining; although it wasn’t the kind of thing one would expect from a […]
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8 weeks later. “When does your course start?” Marisa asked, surveying the first of the plastic boxes on the storeroom shelves. “I’m registering next Wednesday, and the induction – I’m calling it indoctrination – is on Thursday. It’s funny, having […]
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“I’m sorry love, I’m going to have to leave it. It isn’t for me.” She had to be kidding. This woman had wasted her afternoon, when she could have been happily – to a degree – ferrying rubbish to the […]
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Serendipity. Not the first thing to come to mind after breaking down on the side of the A20. It came later, having been towed home; the next morning’s viewing for the flat in Nunhead would have to be canceled. It […]
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There had been no chance of sleeping well the night before, but still, plenty of hope. After 2 a.m, the hope faded, but at least she drifted off some time soon after that. In the morning, her eyes stung and […]
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It was the last day of the exhibition, the last day invigilating, and the last tie left to the university and the college. She stared at Laura’s installation, streaming, insanely vivid spirals of sprinkler hose, strimmer cord and yarn, and […]
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Ali folded her dried washing and dropped it into the basket. The kids were watching a movie in the other room while their mothers hid in the kitchen, and for a while, no-one was screaming. Lee filled the kettle from […]
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Now that the degree show has opened in Chatham, it’s time for my last post. I’ve been thinking about why it’s meant so much to me. Why have I been trying so hard to prove myself, and to whom? In […]
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My neighbour’s music is once again seeping through the brick wall as if it were nothing more than a sheet, but as soon as I started to stir some indignation, I realised that this time it’s a live Peter Gabriel […]
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Shattered only just begins to approach my current physical state – pulverised seems far more adequate for tonight. After a late night/early morning spent squatting on the living room floor, screwing frames together into a strange jigsaw arrangement, I was […]
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Since Wednesday the dismantling of the studios has been attacked with a real vigour that’s buoyed us all up, but it’s wearing off a little now. I’m tired. Poor Xanthus is exhausted by the amount of work still left to […]