Author: Lucas Howard

Big Atlantic Wave 0

Zedlist – Part Fifteen

Colin was standing on a pebbled beach looking out to sea, wearing only a pair of skimpy swimming trunks, his pot belly exposed and sun burnt nose resembling an overcooked cocktail sausage. The warm...

Morning Read 0

Words

There is no truth in words. True communication is ancient. Movement, tone of voice, intonation. Words can be easily manipulated, misinterpreted, unappreciated. Through words we are trapped in a world of self recognition. In...

Texture 0

Vacancy

I awake with the wall in my face, I poke out my tongue to see how it tastes – it tastes real, like damp and wallpaper paste. I feel alone, each breath that I...

On Air 0

Zedlist – Part Thirteen

Lyndsay wasn’t aware that Colin would be bringing this up, but she was very used to his unpredictable nature on the show and decided to let him run with it, especially as the lines...

London 0

Two Minutes Silence

Hastings is bustling. Only teenagers and night workers are still in bed. My new cardigan compliments that circa nineties look I was going for. The rain starts. I follow the herd towards Priory Meadow....

Radio Host 3

Zedlist – Part Twelve

Colin had strong views on many subjects; he’d made an entire career from doing so. He had been hosting a popular radio chat show now for over fifteen years. Millions of listeners tuned in...

Model 0

Angels

Young angels plucked from beds, and draped in Gucci. Wings clipped before they even knew they could fly, reduced to perfect camera captured catwalk steps. Shoulders forward, pelvis forward, eyes forward. Do not fear...

Old Men 0

Zedlist – Part Eleven

“I found her like this”, Amy said, “I think she may have just fallen a few minutes ago, she’s still breathing, but she’s unconscious.” “I can bloody see she’s unconscious Amy, for fucks sake....