So here it is. Confidant is out. For those of you who have been following it these past few months, pre-ordered and enjoyed it, thank you. I love writing, and this was my first attempt at an LGBT drama, but I don't think I'll be returning to this any time soon. I'm proud of what… Continue reading Confidant’s Release, Retrospective and Future.
I am running. Where? I don’t know. From what? I don’t know.
I am wearing a suit. Not a jogging suit. One of those suit with a tie. There is a card bouncing on my breast. A University logo. And a name. “Prof. John Williamson – Physics department”.
My hands are covered in wrinkles. I must be 60, or more. Alzheimer? Seems plausible. I turn back: no one is following. The streets are empty, and I don’t recognise them. Once again one of those glitches.
I am in an auditorium, I feel happy like I have achieved something. Around me, there are a lot of young people dressed in a cape. I am one of them, and I am holding a book: “The collapse of the wave function and the problem of conscience. PhD dissertation ”
The only conscious memories I have is me running and these glitches. But…
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‘The bus shelter?’ Charlotte asked, unsure of where Luke was going with his questions. ‘That can’t be right, he takes the tram to work.’ Charlotte had been studying in the university library when her phone flashed noiselessly on the desk with a call from Luke. She would have ignored it if it wasn’t the third… Continue reading Confidant Chapter Nine (Part Three)
‘This is so intimidating…’ James said as the three of them stepped into the ballroom. The brightly lit space was gargantuan in size and filled with people mingling and talking quietly amongst themselves. Academics and masters in their fields gathered around the room exchanging ideas and notes, taking part in friendly conversations and light-hearted debates.… Continue reading Confidant Chapter Nine (Part Two)
‘James? James, are you listening?’ Dahlia’s words snapped him back into reality. James, Dahlia and Angela were sitting in first class, which was a surprise to no one. The Noore family had likely not ridden coach in generations, if they ever had to at all. ‘Yeah, sorry,’ James shuffled through his notes and reorganised his… Continue reading Confidant Chapter Nine (Part One)
The dark clouds that could be seen from the empty living room windows still threatened a snowstorm that James had expected days ago. He didn’t care for snow, but he enjoyed watching it fall from a warm place, a place where he could be safe. We swished the wine Angela had bought him in his… Continue reading Confidant Chapter Eight
Think on this for a moment: You’re locked in a jail cell. There’s a bed, a toilet and a window, but that’s all. The bed is comfortable, you can sleep there. The toilet works. You have no cellmates, nor is there anyone else there. No one to talk to, no one to talk at you.… Continue reading Depression – The Key to Your Own Cell