Creative Writing, Venue / 24/11/2020 How to Disappear

Content Warnings: Eating disorder and self harm  ‘You’re not going until you’ve finished.’ Mum watched and Poppy pretended to chew on the pasta that was slowly congealing on the plate in front of her. ‘Have you got your snack for later?’   ‘You should know; you packed it.’ Poppy wanted to scream but managed to...

Creative Writing, Venue / 24/11/2020 Our Tree

Content Warning- very mild gore, mentions of terminal illness FADE IN: EXT. SOUP TREE HILL – EARLY EVENING  Millie and Adam stand at the top of a long, rolling hill with a lone tree in the middle, which has grown into two large trunks and an excess of bulging roots. The middle of the two...

Creative Writing, Venue / 24/11/2020 An Ordinary Man, An Extraordinary Day

Mr Jones liked to think that ordinary was better. If you’re ordinary, you’re neither noteworthy for being smart, nor noteworthy for being dumb; neither talented nor useless. If you’re altogether B grade – do a bit of everything relatively well – then you slide right past others’ peripheral visions. He took pride in the fact...

Creative Writing, Venue / 03/11/2020 Rabbit

Pray you never live your life confined to an existence in the dank holes and dingy burrows of the backlands of West Ireland. It’s a dismal life. The rations are bad, the dirt is poor, and our litters are often pneumonic, from birth to death by one. We live close and cramped, but there’s no...

Creative Writing, Venue / 03/11/2020 The Struggle between Imagination and Reality

Writing may well be the most frustrating thing anyone can do. What is more intimidating than a blank page that screams: YOU CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING, or, more commonly: JUST GIVE UP? So, as writers, what do we do? Strive through that initial blockage and scan your brain for any form of creativity. Go somewhere...

Creative Writing, Venue / 03/11/2020 Tulips in Red

Monday morning. White sky and waves of air and cars with steam rising out of them like winding iced gems. Against one hot red mass of colour. Tulips. Woman in dyed rug paint brush skirt. Grey cold tinny watering can. Wash of cool breeze, soaking the heat. Old grey ripped up plastic bags and water...

Creative Writing

Creative Writing, Venue

How to Disappear

Content Warnings: Eating disorder and self harm  ‘You’re not going until you’ve finished.’ Mum watched and Poppy pretended to chew on the pasta that was slowly congealing on the plate in front of her. ‘Have you got your snack for later?’   ‘You should know; you packed it.’ Poppy wanted to scream but managed to…

Creative Writing, Venue

Our Tree

Content Warning- very mild gore, mentions of terminal illness FADE IN: EXT. SOUP TREE HILL – EARLY EVENING  Millie and Adam stand at the top of a long, rolling hill with a lone tree in the middle, which has grown into two large trunks and an excess of bulging roots. The middle of the two…

Creative Writing, Venue

Rabbit

Pray you never live your life confined to an existence in the dank holes and dingy burrows of the backlands of West Ireland. It’s a dismal life. The rations are bad, the dirt is poor, and our litters are often pneumonic, from birth to death by one. We live close and cramped, but there’s no…

Creative Writing, Venue

Tulips in Red

Monday morning. White sky and waves of air and cars with steam rising out of them like winding iced gems. Against one hot red mass of colour. Tulips. Woman in dyed rug paint brush skirt. Grey cold tinny watering can. Wash of cool breeze, soaking the heat. Old grey ripped up plastic bags and water…


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