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Gravedigger sits in a rickety wooden boat, floating aimlessly on the water. Mist softly circles him, as he places the oar into its holder and relaxes. “There’s not a person on the face of Arcadia who hasn’t built themselves a … Read More

[In the upmarket district of Agora, an unlikely face stands inside an extremely expensive tailors. Gravedigger stands in nothing but off colour white underpants, looking at a full length mirror.] “Our wedding is so close, my love. Are you nervous? … Read More

[Gravedigger sits in the middle of a large hall with disco lights flashing overhead. He marks himself a lonely figure, his legs folded and cross beneath him.] “Planning the perfect wedding is by no means an easy feat. The Church … Read More

[Gravedigger walks alone through a street of the slums, finally coming across the steps of a grotty church. He stands at the bottom with his shovel rested over his shoulder.] “Narcissa, the picture-perfect bride of Arcadia, stitched together with silk … Read More

Gravedigger stands inside a bustling fairground, watching as people pass him by. As time flitters by, the lights begin to dim and the people fast forward to the exit, eventually leading to darkness. He exits the shadows and approaches a … Read More

The man known only as Gravedigger was a shadow in the town’s memory. No one knew his real name. His face, hollow and weathered, was a roadmap of scars and wrinkles, a testament to years spent surviving the streets. He … Read More

[Gravedigger sits in the darkness. We can hear him breathing but not see him.] “Hello darkness, my old friend.” [He sighs.] “Do you know what they say about the dark? The longer you stare into it, multiple things happen. At … Read More

[Gravedigger sits in a dark room, on a chair, wearing only a black pair of boxer shorts. A light above his head swings ominously.] “When I was eight years old, I became homeless. My mother was a drug addicted whore … Read More

“I’m pissed…” [Gravedigger sits against a tombstone, his head rested back.] “At myself.” [His melancholy reverberates.] “I wanna sit here and talk about what it means to be a man. That’s what I thought I was. Not just any man, … Read More

Beep. Beep. Beep A voice. It belongs to Gravedigger. “I fell into it. It wasn’t a choice of mine; I didn’t run away from home or succumb to desires and urges that led me astray. I wasn’t the only one … Read More