I pulled into the lay by before the graffito adjusted sign “Tisbech” twinned with danger. Well, might as well wait for the pelting rain to pass over, not exactly going to be a queue of locals lining the hotel bar waiting to buy me a drink. A half-hearted hello would be an improvement on anything a contractor from our firm has ever received.... KEEP READING
Writing Submission 2013
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This a poem about two things, a famous dress my mum wore on holiday when we were small and the day my dad asked us to clear out her wardrobe after she died from a very aggressive form of cancer. My sister, very small niece and I tackled it together – all of her clothes smelt of her and had a memory of her, but this was the one I wanted to write about.... KEEP READING
Have you ever had one of those dreams, you know, the ones that wake you up in a cold sweat? The type of dream that after it’s woken you, you know if you get back off to sleep again you’re going to carry on dreaming it. And worst of all, this dream re-occurs - about every four or five months you get an action replay.... KEEP READING
What does it say? I mean what is it? It’s white but why’s it there, it doesn’t make any sense, it’s so stretched I have no clue what it is. If she stopped moving then I might be able to make it out, but then she’d think I’d be sizing her up and not the pattern on the back of her jeans. Up and down, up and down.... KEEP READING