Creative Writing

My Brew Today

If all myself and every side could brew like coffee in a cup on a dry dreary death bent silent room then mine brews over there where spillages show teardrops of Monday, fading yet true. 

The wind, a choice, glides in strides of striking size where smoke and steam are friends, a sight where smells are tunes of rising fumes that twist the mind and lean towards the skies where crimes are historical events, where dreamers battle on. 

15/12/2020

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Sam Gordon Webb


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    Favourite song covers
    Ma’am, this is a Wendy’s
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    Favourite song covers
    Is this author 14 years old with absolutely zero knowledge on music? Has to be. Two out of three songs are irrelevant. Both by shitty bands. Who paid for this?…
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    Should we mourn GCSE poetry?
    Wonderful article! Very insightful and brilliantly communicated. I wasn't aware of this issue before, but this article has really brought it to light for me. Thank you very much!
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