Writing on Wednesdays #7

From a short distance it looked like an installation. Someones forgotten works, from long ago, a hollow frontage, a canvas for some kids to tell a story on. The windows, once openings to gaze through, were filled in, replacements, clumsy and childlike were scrawled over the boards. Some had plants on the windowsill, another had… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #7

Writing on Wednesdays #5

INTERRUPTING USUAL BROADCASTING.  PUBLIC SAFETY ANNOUNCEMENT.  At approx 4:30 pm GMT strange atmospheric phenomena began to manifest in the skies above cities and towns all across the UK. It is now 5:30 pm and the purple, ultraviolet lights in the sky do not seem to be letting up. Mina Amari is in London where she… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #5

Writing on Wednesdays #3

*WARNING: this short story has some sensitive content that may trigger/upset some readers* When June was 7 she decided to run away. The month was June and she knew it was time, because June was her name and June was the month. On the first of June, she collected her most important items in a… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #3

Writing on Wednesdays #2 

From the one you throw stones at when I sit on your garden wall.   Hi from the street. This is my kingdom. The trash laden back alleys, full of forgotten toys, thrown away by children who got something better last year for Christmas. Once I might have had a home, a vague memory of somewhere,… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #2 

The next 3 weeks of posts from me…

So, now that we have a set date every week (if you haven't read my post about this, find it here), I thought I'd tease you all a bit with what I am planning! Next week - April 14th: 'The Arrival and the language of film', a kind of review, kind of discussion on how… Continue reading The next 3 weeks of posts from me…

‘Look at this tangle of thorns’: Narrative Voice and Deception.

The voice of a story be it first person, an omniscient third person narrator, a third person focalised narrator (where the narrator is separate but not necessarily as distant as your standard omniscient voice) is often overlooked, going unnoticed; like a transparent filter we read through but are unaware of. I remember the first time… Continue reading ‘Look at this tangle of thorns’: Narrative Voice and Deception.

Electric Reads and my first published short story.

Over summer I submitted a short story to a competition ran by Electric Reads. Electric Reads are a small independant company that helps writers self publish. They provide editing services, book promotion and even book design. Here is their website > http://electricreads.com/ I am very lucky to attend a University (York St John University in the… Continue reading Electric Reads and my first published short story.

While I’ve been away.

So I haven't updated this blog in quite a while, (huge apologies). Life has been go go go over the last month. Lots of work at University, which was both good and stressful, other exciting things happening outside of uni so, I'll fill you in on all the details! Firstly, the magazine which two of… Continue reading While I’ve been away.

Pushing.

"He isn't worthy of your efforts." I say to him over my hand as we're sat on the bench we always sit on, ready to choose, ready to pick one. "Maybe not, but I want him." Aidan spits, the words spraying out from behind his teeth like acid. "You should go for someone more, eligible.… Continue reading Pushing.

The man wearing black: A 55 Word Story.

The wind blows loudly at the window, but outside the trees are still. “How long do we have?” She asks the man, all in black, sat in the corner. “You know I can’t tell you that.” He replies. The sky grows darker, the wind still blowing. “This can’t be it.” She says. “But it is.”