Jenny Moroney

Creative Writing

Til the fat lady sings

The evening sinks into night and two men sway out onto stone streets. Having left the music and clatter of the restaurant, this new silence seems concentrated; something they have to wade through. James clutches a bottle of red wine in his hand and they decide to make a toast. There’s plenty to celebrate; their…

Creative Writing, OldVenue

Creative Writing: Purple Sunset

I liked the evening because it was in between dark and light, a purple colour that makes everything clear and easy. You say let’s sit over there because that is where there is a view of big black buildings against a sunset. I look at the sky through the silhouetted leaves and say it looks…

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Creative Writing: Plastic Bags

It’s five am and empty in the car park except for two children. They hold plastic bags behind them like wings and run in the wind. Air and light fills the bags, they are illuminated. Their feet pound on the concrete and they laugh so much it hurts. Swooping round the car spots, the girl’s…

Creative Writing, OldVenue

Plastic Bags

It’s five am and empty in the car park except for two children. They hold plastic bags behind them like wings and run in the wind. Air and light fill the bags and they are illuminated. Their feet pound on the concrete and they laugh so much it hurts. Swooping round the car spots, the…

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