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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Masculinity

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,…

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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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Fall

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…

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