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Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Seminarrrgh!

Thick silence. Broken by the heavy blur of spluttered coughs from wheezing lips, the sticky sound of shuddered breath through crusted noses slicing the...

The Dream of Writing

The first word came out on a limb, its meaning perforating the paper like a hiss, the letters written in a drunken haze. The first...

The Collar

The first person he told when they told him he’d been assigned the living of Wynborough Cathedral was his dog, Clara. The...

Home

If you have a chance to visit my city, Aleppo, Amidst the fractured ruins and twisted metal, Do please look for the broken heart I buried once...

Creative Writing: The Empty Table

With a keen eye, the tanned man in the tattered flannel shirt placed the items one by one on the table before him. It...

Creative Writing: The Mixtape

Not In Love. She Said. Something Good. A Long Time Ago. I Saw Her Standing There. Beautiful. Untouched. Like Porcelain. Awkward. She Smiled Sweetly. Teenage Dream. Call Me Maybe. Alone With You. Drunk. Temptation. One Touch. Absolute Beginners. Start Me Up. Hooked...