After vandalising a local bowling green; Michael, a young troubled teen is forced to help repair the damage he’s done. As he learns the implications of his actions, he finds himself taken under the wing of Ted; who wants to help Michael get his life back on track. But life; like the game of bowls, isn’t as simple as it first seems…
I suppose it was inevitable, me ending up here in this police cell. You might even say it was my destiny. You see ever since I was small, I’ve loved stories of heroes and magicians who’ve escaped from impossible places and incredible situations. Now here I am, inside such a place. It’s a bit ironic I guess. However; sometimes what you see isn’t necessarily what you see…
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‘The Long Journey’ is a story about a man who sets out across a blizzard of snow in a vain attempt to reach a destination which he has no hope of ever reaching, but still he tries. Written by Ziemowit Holda (the story was originally called ‘Sisyphus’) and performed by Felix Orion, this work is a powerful examination of ‘singular dedication’
We’re proud to present, a new selection of some of the most unusual and amazing adventures to befall our favourite pipe smoking detective. Written by the ever insightful Christopher Bellamy.
My name is Helen Blejerman; I was born in Mexico City and have lived in Sheffield for four years. At this point of my stay I still feel that I haven’t found or grabbed in my hands the tangible essence of the ever changing city of Sheffield. I wonder if a metropolis is at all something one could decipher. If it is, how to discover its real substance, the centre of its real essence? I wonder if the truth of a city is based on its history or does it lie in its own present. Perhaps it becomes projected onto what others perceive or it is reflected in what it inspires in others.
It had been a while. You’d spent time travelling the world as I’d occupied myself with mundanity. Since your return, it would be a lie to say we hadn’t made the effort to meet up on one or two occasions, but we’d conceded to the need for a proper catch up, a weekend of quality time together was in order.