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An excerpt from a novel by Ethan McLucas     One. Horizons.     Two. Work.     Three. Hedonism.     Four. Solitude.     Five. Tunnels.   One. Horizons.         One. One.   Six. Minus Fifty Nine.   “Hey!” Nothing. The second time he was louder. “Hey!!” There was still nothing except pumping blood in his ears “Where are my keys? Hey! Where are they?” George stomped around, back and forth, seemingly knocking over everything in the room and more as he pulled his blazer over

By Annabel Bird An extract from Ferryman's Rest The couple fall, giggling, into the sodden evening. The woman is Anna—that’s instantly...

by Hadassah Williams  He wants to talk, so you offer to drive. At least this gives you something to do with your hands as you don't know...