Category Archive

Two men wanted to get a boy to do a job for them. A simple job. The problem was that the job they wanted the boy to do was dangerous. It came with an unenviable risk that didn’t affect the … Read More

Gravedigger stands in an old run down building, somewhere in the slums. Drugged men and women lounge about in various states of undress and semi-consciousness. The rooms are trashed, full of rubbish and various drug paraphernalia. Something catches his eye. … Read More

Art means different things to different people. It’s subjective. When an Artist paints on a canvas, not everyone will see what he wants them to see. Even if his greatest masterpiece isn’t open to interpretation, the viewing public will make … Read More

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