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Creative Writing / 19/01/2021 Between Christmas and the New Year

(CW: Mentions of death) the please-come-home-for-christmas radio, the fairytale-of-new-york radio, the ave-maria radio is a time machine is a corpse is just static in the air like damp pine needles and frost. a stag is not a god. a god is not an animal staggering away from a festive-music-radio-corpse. a stag is a deer...

Creative Writing / 19/01/2021 Holiday

Imagine sipping a piña colada on a beach in Barbados. Where a wind kisses your cheeks, whispering through the language of the palm trees. Your lips purse as you sip its imaginary juices. It feels tangy. Fresh. Everything this moment lacked. Now, a murky cloud begins to form in the shape of a camel, its...

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 “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...

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I Once Tried to Eat a Wasp’s Nest

I once tried to eat a wasp’s nest. The punt at the bottom reminded me of how, the bigger the indent on the bottle of wine, the better it tastes. It had looked quite appetising; I’d skipped lunch earlier. Biting into it was like cracking open the world’s worst Kinder Surprise. The wasps were more…

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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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Work

Doctors are engineers who work with red oil; Undertakers run hotels where the guests aren’t that fussy; Archaeologists are patient thieves; Tobacco Venders are patient assassins; Regular assassins are the bellboys for the undertakers; Magicians are honest conmen; Chefs are the vet’s version of an undertaker. Like Concrete on Facebook to stay up to date

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A Walk on the Beach

The beach is my haven, where I can go to remember. I go when my home becomes too full of melancholy memories. Usually they build up slowly, but today the thoughts are unrelenting. Because they’re the impossible ones. The if-only’s, continually questioning me. I stare at the rectangular box in my hand, the engagement photo…

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A Pier Outstretched into an Ocean

Reached through the ocean, ran through the reef – stopped where the waters turned dark, into the unknowable. We were just kids then: five-, ten-, twelve-year-olds; fingers grasped around the chilled silver railings in front. The wind brought clouds of tortuous form inwards, with full bellies and colours that cracked this spurious visage. We could…

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A modern house built on grey clouds

Old hoping thing Go gently now On those dark nights, Where rats huddle in the garden’s compost heap To hide with empty thoughts. Billowing across the street, a black hand demanding answers clutching on to the houses. Trying to rip the windows out of their frames, To leave them choking in a watery mess on…

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Hectic

Hectic. That’s the only word I have for today. Sure, it’s been in the works for months – I signed the agreement weeks ago – but nothing can prepare you for the moment the once empty, internet-trapped room becomes your castle. Billy cried this morning. He – and I quote – wanted to know why…

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My Illness Has Teeth

Debby asked me to keep a tally for the number of cups of coffee I drink per day. I keep the tally in my mind. Three so far today, I think. If decaf counts, then maybe four or five more. If strawberry infused green tea counts, then five or six. Maybe seven. Pushing eight…

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Just Platonic?

There are relationships doomed to suffer, and relationships that make suffering. Like a cop who kisses his gun at night and lays it under his pillow. The only Black he dares to touch is the butt of his precinct-funded revolver; he tends her like a prized cow raised for slaughter, cocking his perverse killing machine….

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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?

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