Creative Writing / 15/12/2020 Variations XI & XII

As will be seen, the fog Has faded. The high street Shunned it, chased It from its lofty perch High above the tarts in Cages who jeer below. You really aren’t understanding me. As your eyes accustom to The changing times, internet Sleuths will stalk you: the weakest Spot in the ordinary array of forces....

Creative Writing / 15/12/2020 Storm Clouds

The darkness Before the coming rain Covers the room, and Enlarges the shadows. Your hatred of me Takes me under its dark wings: A cocoon, a shelter that Hides and chides, slowly becoming My view of myself. When I left, You told me that the rain was coming, And I didn’t believe you when You...

Creative Writing / 15/12/2020 “Home in the North”

Content Warning- homophobia, violence, domestic abuse, strong language FADE IN: EXT. A RESIDENTIAL STREET IN MANCHESTER – LATE AFTERNOON Jack is walking down the street wearing his scruffy school uniform with a navy backpack hanging off one shoulder. He is paying no attention to where he is walking – he doesn’t need to; he walks...

Creative Writing / 15/12/2020 “HOUSE PARTY”

Content Warning- strong language, violence, mild sexual themes The lights come up on a bathroom. Maddie and Alex are sat in the bath opposite each other, Dan is sat on the toilet (but not using it) and Anna is pacing around the small amount of floor space, occasionally re-arranging the floor mat – each time...

Creative Writing / 15/12/2020 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...

Creative Writing / 15/12/2020 The Final Twist

arriving soon. It bends before,  narrows near ends, dreams  suspend from rooftops where  sparrows gleam as nature’s friends.  there, it broods, alludes to  dreams where paths are drawn  as alleyways, arrow straight and stiff  as arms that flail. Exhale. feel air  where lanes bend and narrow near ends,  the time to make amends. 

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Rabbit
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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…

Tulips in Red
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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…

Grandad’s like me
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Grandad’s like me

They’re shouting again, isn’t that fun. I’m hiding again. What a surprise. I’ve always loved this room for hiding. Especially when Mother has people over. The attic-turned-studio has always been warm. You’d think it would be cold, but it’s not. Being up here is like being wrapped in a heated quilt: comforting. But not suffocating….

I’m Yours
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I’m Yours

i think i’m falling in love I’m canot drowning in an abyss but ascending into heaven, waiting by cupid’s gate closed an instant – waiting for love to come greet it. it feels like a dream, falling in love with you thinking i don’t deserve it – fate hidden in the crevice of my ear…

Please Mind the Gap
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Please Mind the Gap

LUKE: Mother, how far is it till we arrive?  MARY: I… MARY is interrupted by a manic laugh from SAMUEL, a few rows behind them. He is talking to JOHN. They are both dirty and scruffily dressed. MARY sniffs as she looks about her, and pulls LUKE closer to her.  MARY: I don’t know. It’s…

Home
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Home

do i greet you with a yellow blue or pink kiss? soft arms and warm embraces, you taste like home. dirty blonde hair half toned with no great success (it’s the thought that counts) blue eyes melting with specks of gold, your snug gaze planting a kiss on my happiness. Follow Concrete on Instagram to…


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