The Yellow House, Susceptible to Broken Windows

Where to begin… Take a moment to breathe. The door isn’t yellow, I know. “It’s infuriating.” We know it’s infuriating, Paul, but we’ve only just arrived. “I haven’t even been given any directions. How am I going to find her office?” It’s unlikely that you will. He hasn’t even crossed the threshold and the complaining has begun. What will he say to her yellow stripe, to the cannon on the roof and the politics found in the halls? It’s hard to imagine but it won’t be hard for long. Open the door and you’ll feel the love. Paul might cringe time and time again, but we hope you’ll feel differently. The mind boggles, the stomach reels and the knees quake, come and feel for yourself. Madam President welcomes you with open arms.

Daniel Raybould dropped out of music college and started writing stories at the age of seventeen, after only having become interested in reading less than a year before. He quickly became very passionate about writing, and by the age of nineteen he had finished his first story. Though he felt it was quite rough around the edges, but at the time he was unsure how to solve this problem, he decided to send it to a publishers. They accepted. Since the age of seventeen he has become passionate about all arts.