In this version, I’ve written it in the style of Mr Enfield’s account of the juggernaut incident in Story of the Door. I’ve set it up to introduce Jekyll’s wife and expose his addiction to the game. It’s six in the morning, I’ve just got in and I must be quick to commit my memories […]
I tried writing something about Jekyll sitting in his lab, totally bored with his work. I quickly started to resent the idea, so it’s quite short. Henry, pressing his legs against the back of his desk, leant back in his chair, arching his back and stretching his arms. Tipping his head back, he could see […]
In my story, I’m imagining that Jekyll has become addicted to a new VR system that plays inside your head, based off of various Black Mirror episodes. He begins to neglect himself and his responsibilities and it’s beginning to have detrimental effects to him and his loved ones. At the moment, I’m working with the […]
The World Health Organisation has included ‘Game Disorder’ in a draft disease classification list that is to be published later this year. It’s rather coincidental that this should be brought up now. It just so happens to be very relevant to the story I want to write. To have a video gaming addiction you must: […]
Driving back into Norwich up Unthank Road, I got caught at a red light. In this brief moment, I had a chance to admire some of the wonderful houses that lined the road. Shrouded in vibrant shrubbery, even in this bleak season, they looked so warm and homely. Victorian red brick, timber frames and leaded […]
Very interesting interview talking about the process the writing team for Black Mirror go through to create an episode.
Over Christmas, I found myself blasting through the new season of Black Mirror and a thought occurred to me that Jekyll and Hyde would probably have been received the same way as an episode of Black Mirror back in it’s time. They work on the same principles, giving a somewhat ordinary person an extraordinary power […]
Door Story Once I had made it into the cellar, another door presented it’s self. Far to the back of the room, it was almost totally inaccessible, barricaded by a slew of boxes and broken furniture. I clambered over to it, careful not to fall into the dusty depths. It appeared to be a murky […]