Man

Male | 40s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 23

EXTRACT: Died? Yes. Someone had – as a matter of fact – they had. But it didn’t stop people – people were full of all their…morning...Platitudes. Bullshit! No one was saying, ‘isn’t it strange this morning, like someone has died on our doorstep’. I went up to my desk and Geoff – (You know Geoff…The one with the moustache) – well Geoff came up to me – behind me actually – as subtle as a Walrus – and whispered – ‘Jamie, you know Jamie, Jamie’s gone. He’s dead’. That’s what I asked. Jamie! was nineteen. I had coffee with him.

Young Woman

Female | Teen | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 37

EXTRACT: I am a blind tuber full of sleep full of mist and dreams. Buried in the womb of the earth, waiting for the spring, waiting to flower, waiting for the season of my dreams to blossom. But then I-don’t-know-what begins corroding me. It begins eating away at the border of my perfect sleep. And finally it’s inside. Dreams of you. You come to me in these dreams never more complete. Never more absent. You are so full, so ripe, like dark honey. I move toward you and I notice a man standing behind you. He’s standing and waiting behind you.