Dear Forgotten god, I have no-one else to write so I choose thee. I write because I am lonely in my graft. I am a Gallows Stopper, my job is to save those who wish to take their lives by hanging. They do it in a horrid place of many cells… We are prisoners.

Each year I am brought into an empty room. In it, is a birthday cake – but it’s not my birthday. You see, if I can stand on top of the cake without smashing it… I can go free. I have tried for 25 years, but I always smash the cake. If I were to [...]