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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Creative Writing: The Dream of Writing

The first word came out on a limb, its meaning perforating the paper like a hiss, the letters written in a drunken haze. The first...

Creative Writing: the fear of capitalisation

it isn’t often that you come across someone with the fear of capital letters, but when you do, better expect him to cover his...

Creative Writing: Uninvited Guest

Knock knock Fear at my door Knock knock “Go away, I’m busy. Come back tomorrow.” Knock knock Knock knock Knock knock “Okay, okay, come in.” Fear is a terrible guest. Rampant, It wreaks havoc...

Creative Writing: Unseen

Darkness fell. All at once, the room was gone, lost to the intangible clutches of the night. The soft hiss of a dead bulb...

Creative Writing: 4 a.m.

Thank god for Birdsong thank god for the birds the whistling and chirping in absence of words Whilst Mind plays its tricks on such tender of souls the birds always...

Creative Writing: The Night

The night brings buzzing little insects that burrow into ears and crawl across flesh They surface when it’s quiet and dark They don't exist until the plague ...