He quite clearly hadn’t lived the most comfortable of lives, which I’d observed from the lack of congeniality about his appearance; countless stains and makeshift patchwork were seething across his clothing, adding to his rattled demeanour. I’ve always told myself it’s wrong to be so judgemental of those around us, but it was near impossible to not make the assumption that whoever this being might … Continue reading A Short Story: A Deal with God
As I watch through your window, you light an incense stick. Your hands tremble delicately as you bring the flame up to the wood and witness its fumes disperse; mainly in the direction of your face, but you don’t flinch. You also know that I’m watching you too through your single-glazed windows. I know that you can hear me breathe but you still don’t hesitate … Continue reading A Short Story: Luna
A short story dedicated to the life of Charles Bukowski. Based on the following writing prompt: Strangers at a bus stop, trying to mind their business, are persistently engaged with by a chatty, seemingly homeless, man. The ridicule that came alongside refusing to follow the values which society held was what demoralised him. He didn’t mind the fact that he was different to those who … Continue reading A Short Story: Laureate of an American Lowlife
I’ve spent the past three consecutive hours of my time attempting to complete four weeks’ worth of my Extended Project Qualification (EPQ). View the link if you’re lost as to what an EPQ is; I know that I was before being introduced to one.
I need a long break and I’ve perhaps only just finished ‘Week 2’ of my work schedule. Although I mustn’t be pessimistic really – to complete 2 weeks worth of diary entries, Continue reading “Don’t Be Like So Many Writers”