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They’re closing this magic space of dust and light: the last nights, after months of fighting, of a Soho bar.
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A fashion photographer remembers her start in the business, in a story examining the nature of success, the illusions we believe in and the boundaries which we contain ourselves within.
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A retelling of the ancient myth of Ariadne, told in Ariadne’s own words. The stories whose endings we think we know so well are so rarely what really happened.
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This is an appeal against the decision of the Citizens’ Health Commissioner (‘the Commissioner’) to refuse to grant a licence under Section 20 of the British Rights Act (‘the Act’).
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Death becomes her in this lyrical exploration of Robert Wiles’ famous photograph.
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Exploring grief and its devestating ripple effect.
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That’s not my name, but I tell you it is. I have no idea why.
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On the estate where I grew up there was a woman who delivered the free newspaper. She had stubble all over her chin and on the rolls of neck beneath. ...
“Even if you can’t recollect it, dying alters your perspective; you live a life less attached, more forward-looking. We’re all destined to die; it’s just that some have died already.”
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Here Lies Steven Fulton
Beloved Brother, Uncle, Friend
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A surreal exploration into nature and the toll of isolation, posing the question – what happens when we distance ourselves from our own bodies?
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A love story, as new waves of disease ravage the future
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“So you know, the theatre is haunted,” the bar back said.
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The simple story of a relationship between a woman and a man
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One night a towering monster with eyes of coal and claws of jet black rock and skin like the stony ground itself stumbles into a village.
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It is among the most hopeless of clichés, yet not without its certain bleak pointedness, to speak of time in a bar as having, in some way, stalled – the ...
Perched in the cloister walk, two monks sat deciding what Heaven looked like.
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I loved him, up until that third bourbon. He was such a fucking amazing person but jesus he was a mean drunk.
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A daughter reflects on her father who died of lung cancer and the recollection of his expulsion from a monastery in Asia, his love of birds and their conversations.
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