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Category Archives: 2nd Year – Fiction
Coffee shop inhabitants
He sat beneath the clusters of framed film posters, the ID badge round his neck suggesting someone of slight importance. This impression was intensified by his stylish glasses, carefully tousled grey hair, expensive looking charcoal sweater and black trousers. He … Continue reading
A Horrible Tale in which a Dog and a Child Die (Gothic Exercise)
“Come here, kid,” Angus tossed over his shoulder, “sit closer to the fire!” The girl sat on a log, some distance away. A slight creature, she was swathed in a shroud of cloth: a heavy cloak that obscured her features. … Continue reading
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City Streets and Liquid Roads – Continued
(Link to – Part 1) Part Two Night had begun its mournful descent on the devastated city. With the child hugged tight in my arms I quickly made my way to some ruined buildings on the left hand side of … Continue reading
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Tagged 2nd Year Prose Fiction, City, City Streets and Liquid Roads, death, Sci-Fi, Spaceship
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City Streets and Liquid Roads
The smoke choked the breath from my lungs like an anaconda crushing my chest in a deathly embrace. The smoke was everywhere. It burned my eyes. My throat was raw, the wet cloth I had used as a mask … Continue reading
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Tagged City, grief, Sci-Fi, space ship, streets, tragedy, trauma
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Arranging a Confession
“Are you married, Ms Pavel?” She shifts awkwardly on her seat. “I’m sorry?” “Married. Are you married? Single? Divorced?” She sips at her black coffee through pursed lips without looking at me. Divorced. She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t have to. The pretense … Continue reading
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Tagged a, arranging, confession, lies, murder, ross, young
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The Best Thing That Could’ve Happend
The window was wide open, letting the soft, warm breeze play about their sleeping bodies, tickling his eyes in to wakefulness. As his lids parted he couldn’t help but smile at what he saw. A vision of his Aphrodite carved … Continue reading
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Old Man at Sea
My kingdom, my kingdom. My kingdom for a horse. For less, when the thought really demanded considering, much less. Much less for much worse, a swap. A bloody bargain now at its brutal crescendo. The drawing together of dark machinations … Continue reading
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Tagged Creative Writing, Gothic, guilt
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A Storm Beneath the Clouds
A Storm Beneath the Clouds I gaze down upon the untouched landscape beneath me. Uncorrupted, desolate and beautiful. I rest my tired legs and attempt to absorb every detail with my humble eye. Every crest, every wave, every ripple in … Continue reading
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Tagged abyss, mountains, ripple, society
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Tutorial Activity (Work in Progress)
What if? – Create a ‘what if’ scenario and place a character with key traits into it. With the seemingly endless cycle of going to class and going to work I hadn’t taken my phone off silent mode for a … Continue reading
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Journey
I stumble out of the door, keys still in hand, my bag bashing against my ribs, as I half run, half walk to the bus stop. I’m forced to stop in my tracks – the main road is full of early morning … Continue reading
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What if…
I sit in the waiting room anxiously, scuffing my toes on the linoleum floor. I am the only one waiting, my mother sits beside me, pretending to read a magazine, but I can see her glance at me when she … Continue reading
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Anniversary of the End of Days
As the procession shuffled through the desolation, they remarked in hushed voices about the snow that blanketed everything in their view. The white on black felt to them like peace in death, or a clean slate; signalling that the time … Continue reading
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Tagged apocalypse, Gothic, graveyard, lol tags, paragraph
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The Hospital – (just something random)
Hospitals. They fucking disgust me. Not the smell: that’s ok. Well not ok, I wouldn’t whip out a bottle of hospitalised febreze and spray it around my living room, but it’s bearable. No. The thing that makes me sick about … Continue reading
Lecture Activity – Romantic Gothic
The procession marched on through the cold snow. The dead trees moaned a warning as they trudged into the graveyard. Fallen headstones lay as silent testament to the decay of the once magnificent place. What remained of the main structure … Continue reading
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Not Another Fluff Piece
The same streets stretch out in front of Amanda as she stands in the doorway to her flat. No paparazzi this morning. No paparazzi any morning. One day though. She allows her long coat to swirl as she turns to … Continue reading
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The Hoarder
Just beyond the reach of a lamppost’s beam stands the kind of man you do not want to cross. His nonchalant presence remains beneath the rain-stricken tree branches, perfectly poised and still. He is almost seven feet tall, composed of … Continue reading
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Acid
Defying gravity with his rhythmic beat, Our splendid rainbow buzzes on by. You set the glass upon the table, A treat for our winged guest, It dances across liquid sun. Orange, born from nature As we all are.
Where did he go
The tall gentleman stands on the street, waiting for the traffic to pass so he can walk on. He coughs, looking to his left and decides he doesn’t want to cross any more. He walks off in another direction. Passing … Continue reading
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The Little Man and the Ladies
The gentleman sits at the table surrounded by friends. He seems hunched and it is unsure as to whether he is of small stature or of terrible posture. Easily a head shorter than everyone else at the table, he leans … Continue reading
Cafe Exercise – Same Space, Different Planets
1. His eyes tell the story his mouth can’t find the courage to speak. His gaze is fixed on her face, her eyes don’t see him. He laughs a bit too much at a joke she tells, stopping only when … Continue reading
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week 3
tony gougeon The tall man arrived from the end of the street in the dark hours of the morning, his businessman suit freshly taken out of its plastic cover in the wardrobe. The scents of his cheap aftershave being violently … Continue reading
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