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
Writing hasn’t exactly come easily to me over the past few weeks. I’ve spent a lot of my focused energy on trying to revise for exams and occasionally doing a little bit of creative writing, not much of it worthy for the public realm. Yet there’s something about coming to visit my Dad which encourages me to write (which is worrying, I should be studying!) … Continue reading How do you distinguish between a good writer and a bad one?
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
Based on image prompt here. Everything opposing me was unapologetically urban. For as far as I could see, there wasn’t a single sign of life that wasn’t human; no trees, no blossoming flowers and no restless weeds attempting to fill the cracks in the pavement. Only monoliths of concrete soaring from each sidewalk in the same, ceaseless arrangement. I enjoyed my nights here because even … Continue reading A Short Story: Desolation
Courtesy of Frequency 21, a music publication whom I’ve had the opportunity of writing for over the past few months, here is an example of one of my interviews. See more of my posts here. Having emerged during June of 2015, The Empire Police are an indie-rock band from Preston. The band is made up of Jordao Bassa, 19, on vocals and rhythm guitar, Tom … Continue reading An Interview with The Empire Police
I’ve been emailing back and forth with someone for a while now who has requested that I ghost-write a few stories that meet a specific criteria and somehow mention a particular piece of furniture in them throughout. The reasoning behind this being that my new source of income happens to own a furniture shop and have a passion for words so figured that they could use the stories as a unique selling point. Continue reading “A Few Short Stories: Furniture Project”