Short Fiction: Drafts 1

At the moment I am slowly working on my dissertation for my Creative Writing MA. I am playing around with different images and have ended up with quite a few pieces of writing that I am proud of but that won't end up in my final dissertation. I thought it would be nice to share... Continue Reading →

FICTION: Digging

As a child she had liked to go to the beach. A bucket and spade under each arm, swaying from side to side with her ambling steps, legs not quite long enough but growing all of the time. Green coat, yellow wellies and her parents hovering at either side. Baby swinging on mammys hip, seagulls... Continue Reading →

FICTION: The Journey

I'm ready for school. My homework is done and my bag was packed last night to stop me forgetting anything and now, me and dad are in the kitchen waiting for Mam to finish making our packed lunches. Dad is jangling the keys in his hand, a habit he has when he's getting impatient and... Continue Reading →

FICTION: The Chair

"Sometimes it's best not to dwell on things." "That's what you think?" She shrugs, twisting at a thread come loose on her knee length denim skirt. Out of fashion even on her skinny, models frame. "That's what I feel." "Feel?" She looks at him with wary brown eyes that buckle underneath revealing wrinkles too deep... Continue Reading →

FICTION: Body

You're walking along the high street and it's a grey day and you're wearing your coat but you've unbuttoned it because you're always too warm now. Perhaps you're dreaming about getting away, a bit of sunshine, maybe you'll even leave your husband behind, leave everything here.  Suddenly, you're falling.  For a second you think you've... Continue Reading →

FICTION – Workshop, piece 3

Cluedo We all picked a place, an object and a mood, these were then given out randomly and we were given fifteen minutes to write a piece from that. My prompts were - A staff room, An argument between neighbours, A chainsaw.   We had to be quiet and she didn't get that. She was... Continue Reading →

FICTION – Workshop, Piece 2

Using a line from our partners work we wrote another piece, I chose to write a monologue but any form was allowed. I chose the line, 'I want to tell you about my fidgety brain.'   Oh it's you, I'm glad you're here. Come in. Come through, sit down. I want to talk to you.... Continue Reading →

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