Tag: Prose

Creative Writing, Venue

The Left Crematorium

Dr. Stanley Archibald Williams was a well-respected doctor at St. Igneous Psychiatric Hospital. He had experienced the most dangerous, distressed and damaged patients, yet, his appearance never wavered from the calm and collected man who remained a sturdy figurehead and valued specialist. His soothing auburn eyes a pool of comfort, oil slicked hair never out…

Creative Writing, Venue

His Last Gift

She found his letters in a black chest in the attic, the morning after his funeral. Her eldest told her to be careful, but as soon as she found out her husband had left her something, no rickety stairs or cobwebs could deter her. She sat cross-legged in front of the chest and unlocked it….

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When he saw Charlotte seven months ago, Harry got caught up in her face, lost in her eyes because of the way they shone when she smiled, lost in her hair when the sun met and entwined with it, lost in the small words she had said to him and the silence after them. Now,…

Creative Writing

Filling An Empty Room

She turned on the bedside lamp and wondered why she hadn’t fallen asleep yet. It was past midnight and she’d gone to bed hours ago. She looked around her room and thought about how strange it looked at night and how strange it was that her own personal space could suddenly feel so empty. It…

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Will had perched on the edge of their bed. He brushed Danielle’s cheek with his thumb, and told her he was going for a walk, receiving a half-awake mumble in reply. Ten years together and he still looked at her sleeping form in wonder; still had the old urge to play with her hair while…


Book review: 2018 UEA Postgraduate Anthologies

Poetry This years’ anthologies have recently been released and they are as brilliant as we have come to expect due to those from years before. Egg Box Publishing has once again successfully rebranded the books, using different colours and patterns to distinguish between the different volumes. The poetry volume is slender, but full of wisdom…

Creative Writing

Starting Again

The cover cracks unhappily as I thumb the first page and lay the journal open on my bed. The cap comes apart from the pen with a jerk of my arms. I elbow the wall, which is closer than I thought. “Shit,” I hiss, putting the pen between my teeth and rubbing my not-so-funny funny…

Creative Writing


Wake. Spins her legs out of the bed and wipes her eyes clear. Pillows gold, daylight shimmering, a fizzling flame across her shoulder. Clock ticks above the dresser, old hands with broken tips curling inward, slicing dust as it shifts the air. She gets up and sits down again. Blinking. Blinded. Thinking. The bedroom is…

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January 2021
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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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